Countless pages fluttered through the golden Hall.
After successfully reaching an agreement with Lynn, the figure stood up, looked at the eyeballs covering the Hall overhead, and said:
"We have three minutes left. To monitor my movements at all times, the Nightmare King placed a great many watchers here. I've temporarily disrupted their operation, but that will last ten minutes at most. If they discover I'm no longer here, an alarm targeting me will sound immediately, and all my permissions here will be frozen."
Lynn glanced at him. "What do you plan to do?"
The figure said calmly, "I'll have to rely on you. Your firstborn power should be able to create a decoy for me. Without the truth divine spark, my sources of power are very limited. I can't maintain a disguise for long."
He took a step forward.
Amid the golden light, an insubstantial outline remained where he had stood, faintly revealing an image identical to his own.
Intelligent people needed little explanation between them.
Lynn quickly understood what he meant. As swiftly as possible, he saturated the outline with his firstborn power and transformed it into laws representing truth, hoping to make the imitation indistinguishable from the real thing.
The figure immediately began making other preparations in the Great Hall as well.
"They're coming back."
The figure glanced sideways.
"Hide first."
Almost the instant he finished speaking, the enormous gate rumbled open. The dozen or so deities he had sent away earlier returned with stacks of documents in their arms.
Three Upper Gods, along with a dozen or so Corrupted Deities representing knowledge, wisdom, and various other domains.
They were all deities ordered to assist him in his research.
"My lord, we've brought the materials you requested. All the data here are firsthand information collected by the