The software.
It was his goal, the one thing he wanted nothing more than to figure out, to crack during the time he spent in the twisted domain of gods and nutcases. Jalil would spend hours perched upon uncomfortable bits of furniture, his brain working to try to figure it out, to work out the smallest of details and come to the final conclusion of it all.
But in the end, he realized the one trivial piece of knowledge that he never wanted to admit was right:
In Everworld, there were no rules.
No, it was magic.