Dimensional Descent

Chapter 212

Leonel took a deep breath. He had thought that having the 99% accuracy of his father's dictionary would make things a breeze. At least then, he wouldn't have to worry about screwing himself over by accidentally failing the mission requirements.

However, he could have never expected that the dictionary would be so vague at this time.

What did it mean to make King Arthur a part of history? Was it acknowledging that King Arthur was fake? In that case, how could King Arthur appear in a Zone?

According to Leonel's understanding, Zones were parts of past where higher Dimensions influenced the lower Dimension. Only by resolving these instances would these timelines smoothly integrate with Earth. Once this integration was completed, Earth would reach the equilibrium necessary to breakthrough and reach the next Dimensional Tier.

But, how did a… 'Mythological Zone' factor into this?

"What's a Mythological Zone?" Leonel asked.

[ *Ping* ]

[ Replying to Seed, a Mythological Zone is a legend of humans that has propagated enough to be on the verge of becoming truth. ]

Leonel's eyes narrowed. He was still confused…

He sunk into his thoughts for a moment. He still had to wait for the two groups above him to leave, so he really did have some time to waste.

Suddenly, his eyes flashed.

he remembered correctly, she

a nice

of continuously passing his legend down like a higher Dimensional

thought, he felt as though an explosion had gone off in his mind. If this was true, then

was one thing. Most people there would ultimately be normal individuals Leonel could handle with ease. Maybe only a handful would be like Joan or

like this… The number of enemies

in

Unique Zone according to the dictionary. Maybe this time, Leonel would be able to find out just

her actions had seemed to make any at all… Uncle Montez had also said back then that Joan's Zone had almost become a Unique

had no

his eyes becoming deathly still. Then, he released his Internal Sight in full force, his calculative

**

"Hear ye, hear ye!"

of a small town, a man with a large bridge nose unfurled a scroll with a length of at least half his height. Judging by his attire, he shouldn't come from such a small place. Even the Baron of this Fief couldn't afford

young, able bodied men between the ages of 16 and 25 will hereby

crowd, which had been gathered due to the commotion caused by the herald's entourage, showed a mixture of reactions. But, by an overwhelming margin, excitement ruled. This wasn't the modern era, after all. If such a conscription happened in Leonel's time, people would likely be up in arms. But, in this era, it was a matter of honor. And, for young

He had purposely traveled to this small town for two reasons. First, he wanted to enter a town the others wouldn't. With his Internal

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