Lynn opened his eyes and said, "That's why, if he really exists, then in a sense, he would actually prefer that I escape rather than fight a powerful enemy who dared infiltrate their main base to the death the moment he was born. That would be far too stupid. Winning would be fine, of course, but if he lost, he probably wouldn't have a say among the Seven Gods ever again."
The Intelligent Brain's body visibly trembled.
[You mean-one of the consciousnesses split off from our god-may actually have awakened long ago-]
Lynn chewed as he said:
"Who knows? At this point, I even seriously suspect that someone was watching the entire time I stole [Light Banquet]. After all, compared to losing a half-finished body, wouldn't eliminating a rival serve a schemer's interests far better?"
The Intelligent Brain felt waves of icy dread.
She said nothing.
Or rather.
She simply didn't dare comment on any of this.
[But we are the Mechanical Church-we are unified...]
Lynn closed his eyes and said, "Don't be naive! That was when Wànjī was still around. I don't know whether that old Wànjī of yours considered this when he decided to split himself. Splitting might multiply his strength several times over, but the problem that follows is this: can he really be certain that the collective consciousnesses he creates will maintain the unity they had while he was around?"
"Do you think they'll stand together, or develop ulterior motives and fight among themselves?"
After all, judging from Light Banquet's introduction.
Every time old Wànjī split himself, it was because he had encountered a powerful enemy he couldn't defeat. Only the presence of a common, formidable enemy kept the Seven Gods united against an outside threat.
But.
This was Hell.
*If you're using me as your