Amidst the chaos, the altered things intertwined, tangled into a mess like random mutations.
To find something extremely beneficial in such random mutations is purely a gamble of luck.
The Ancient Sea God had no desire to do this before, simply because betting on rare events was good, but exceptionally good things were completely uncontrollable.
And the bad side was simply everywhere he looked.
Recently, after his indiscriminate alterations, or rather messing around, it became a complete mess.
Many things that were successfully altered before were also destroyed.
Moreover, because of the mutual entanglement and confusion, it became like climbing up to the heavens for him to reinstall the alterations or change a single thing again later.
He found himself caught between unrest and reason, shifting back and forth without a consistent core principle.
Even though he knew it wasn't good this way, he couldn't help it.
