Lynn finally understood.
At that moment, he genuinely admired the God of Ten Thousand Machines' ingenuity. As expected of an Old Bastard who had lived for countless years, only a scheming bastard with decades of cerebral thrombosis could have dreamed up a loophole like this.
Lynn immediately stood up and asked with a frown:
"Then, if that's how it works, could the other gods who fell into Hell copy this too? As long as they split themselves, they could get one Origin-level double after another. Wouldn't that make them invincible in Hell?"
The Colossus Brain opened her eyes and looked at him as though he were an idiot.
"It's difficult."
"Because Hell's suppression uses consciousness as its baseline. Unless you can split off two completely independent consciousnesses, dividing yourself won't help, no matter how many times you do it."
"And there's an even more important problem. Take Cyber and that Archangel, for example. If they split themselves, can you be certain the other individuals they create will obey them? There's a major drawback to this, too. If you regain your strength one day, how will you reclaim all those individuals you split off?"
Lynn nodded, understanding what she meant.
It was like the Matriarch's two personalities.
If the Matriarch gave half her body to the other personality, she would immediately become a new Origin. But merging again afterward would be harder than reaching the heavens.
The God of Ten Thousand Machines, however, had been formed from those Seven Gods to begin with. Splitting apart in Hell merely returned them to their former era and power structure.
Lynn looked back at the Colossus Brain before him and asked the most crucial question.
"But if you give me your power, aren't you afraid I might take over one day and refuse to