[Yes, yes, yes! Do exactly that! That's absolutely right!]
Seeing Nimrod prepare to suppress his old rival, the Celestial Worthy was delighted. For a moment, even this man whose body he had failed to usurp looked considerably more pleasing to him.
Nimrod glanced at the Celestial Worthy before him, raised his hand, and dispersed Trissy's spirit body, sending it back into her own body.
Unfortunately, he was not Adam. He could not directly write other people's destinies or arrange their endings. But he naturally had other methods. Compared with actual gods, his advantages lay in his standing and his ability to "know what was coming."
The gods' schemes left only the faintest traces, while Adam's arrangements went unnoticed by gods and ghosts alike. Neither was something human strength could resist.
Even so, Nimrod had read the script.
But even if he knew something of the gods' and Adam's arrangements, their plans could change. If he kept judging future developments through his old perspective, Nimrod felt he would suffer a major setback someday.
Precisely for that reason, Nimrod had made the first move now, placing his own piece on the gods' chessboard.
If he only kept hiding, relying entirely on his standing to sustain him, he would eventually be caught in the inescapable net woven by the gods. At that point, he really would have to rely on his mental imprint to seek resurrection.
But the Original Creator of this world had yet to resurrect. Could an invader from another universe like him really resurrect without being affected by anyone else's contingencies?
Nimrod did not believe that at all.
The sound of someone reciting his honorific name rang out. Nimrod held the gray talisman as gray fog swirled around him, and an image of Trissy kneeling in her room immediately appeared