In this brief moment of contact, Amon read the fluctuations hidden deep within the normal stream of thought data—those dim and scarred information records that mirrored bodies in the real world.
Perhaps he didn't understand the principles of neural networks, nor could he grasp how magical power drove those artificial nerve cords and connectors to achieve the interoperability of thought and data. However, as a former God, he at least possessed unique authority in his own domain—this fact remained unchanged even after being deposed from his godhood, having waned for three thousand years.
The God of Nature had grown old—but Old Deer still had a trick or two up his sleeve.
Patty stopped, confusedly looking at the old gentleman before her. The seriousness in his eyes even made her a bit nervous, "Mr. Highspeed Stag... what's wrong with you?"
