This is the truth realized by the traveler after a hundred years, that the Chaos Four Gods would never show mercy to any mortals; the mortal world is nothing more than an amusing toy in their eyes.
The traveler hates the Chaos Four Gods, just as he equally hates all mortal deities. He hates everything, and ever since he decided to embrace the cruel fate, he has felt weary of the entire world. More than once, he has erupted from the depths of his heart in disgust for all things, both towards the mortal gods and the Chaos Evil Gods.
However, the Evil Gods do not care; it matters not to them whether the traveler loves, worships, or despises them. As long as the traveler demonstrates his value, the Evil Gods continue to watch him with interest, anticipating his next move.
Hate is a power far deeper than love.
This is Chaos!
By the time the traveler arrived near Kadasha, a war had already begun.
