“—On that day, I finally acquired a physical body of my own.
To be accurate though, it belonged to that pitiful apprentice nun,
but... her individuality had been utterly annihilated the moment
her light cube was overwritten with data. Born from that ruthless
ceremony and the result of that unforeseen incident, I stared at
Administrator before my eyes for 0.3 seconds before finally
taking the logical course of action. In other words, I tried to
eliminate her with sacred arts of the highest level. I was a perfect
copy of Administrator, which meant I had a system access
authority at an equal level, you see. I predicted that I could slice
away her Life before the resources in the surrounding space
were exhausted if I could gain the initiative, even if it became an
exchange of arts of the same class. My first attack landed
magnificently and what ensued after went according to my
expectations. A death match of immense lightning and
whirlwinds clashing, infernos and ice daggers unfolded with the
top floor of the Central Cathedral as our stage, and our Lives
rapidly plummeting. Our pace was exactly the same... in other
words, I, the one who had let loose the first attack, should have
been the one to win.”

(Alicization Rising, 30)