Damien continued pondering on history for a long while.
The growth path of the Nox Race seemed convoluted at face value, but it was actually ordered beyond expectation.
It was almost as if they grew whenever the universe grew, like they were a shadow reflecting the darkness of society directly.
But their existence was too odd.
Damien could see that they were aiming for World and Universal Cores from the start, but if that was the only meaning of their existence, he wouldn't be meeting characters like the Saint Emperor and Yong An today.
'Are they really just tools? Or was their true purpose skewed by the Void into something completely different?'
His original inference didn't feel wrong. The fact that the plundered cores were affecting them wasn't wrong, because every time they completed their heists and retreated to evolve, their similarities to true existences heightened.
Yet, he couldn't be certain.
