After being tempted by the God of Fiction, the Envoy of Desire felt as though he had been granted the gift of knowledge in an instant, elevating his understanding of his own divine concept to a whole new level!
Of course, knowing ≠ being able to do.
His mind understood how things worked, but his hands couldn't perform the necessary operations. Sometimes, if something couldn't be done, it just couldn't be done. The Envoy of Desire had come to grasp his limitations.
Unlike the ordinary deities or extreme mortals of the Sixth Era, who might suddenly gain clarity in moments of extreme frustration when something remained incomprehensible to them,
doing the same for himself would not result in a breakthrough from rage but merely devolve into impotent fury.
Because wanting ≠ achieving.
"The things I want to do can only remain as 'wants' forever, absolutely incapable of becoming reality! That's the cruelty of the Sixth Era! Turns out I'm just a preliminary act!"
