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Leonel frowned and shook his head. He couldn't think straight until he, ironically, stopped thinking entirely. He could only barely manage to split up his deductions into several Dreamscapes, only when they were separate did the odd influence on his mind disappear.

By the time he was finished, his heart was beating erratically. He couldn't imagine the kind of power it would take to influence someone's thoughts about you.

This was beyond just power, it was quite literally the means of a God. Leonel was almost 100% certain that this person was aware every time their likeness was mentioned.

Was this the true power of Dream Force? To not only be hyper aware of your own stream of consciousness,but that of everyone else's as well?

Years ago,Leonel had had a thought about this, but it was so far away from him that he couldn't even fathom it. Even now, he was in a similar situation.

Despite how far he had grown, he felt like he hadn't even taken half a step toward such a goal. 'This person... this person is dangerous...' Leonel's jaw set.

He realized almost immediately just how poor his mindset had been. This wasn't someone that he could casually catch up to with a few years of effort, and it most definitely wasn't someone he could out scheme.

such an individual could crush him with a single finger was an exaggeration...of himself. This person wouldn't even need to lift a finger. If Leonel was correct, if this person wanted to kill him, the moment they sensed him learning about them, they could directly snuff out his consciousness, and he wouldn't even be able to do anything about it.

By then, he wouldn't even know how he died, his life would just be

had broken out into a cold sweat, his face becoming somewhat pale. This was a feeling that he had

presence of mind to realize was that most people who spoke of this person wouldn't even notice that they

that he could feel this fear to begin with. As the saying

was reacting like this, but Leonel himself felt that

that losing his life was just one potential aspect. Someone with such a great control over Dream Force could

slow and deep

of fear just now didn't even come from himself, it

them to be able to force him to react like this after what he experienced with the Emperor's Might Tablet, it was clear that they were an

a barrier as he exhaled. His irises reflected a glassy color, almost as though one could spot a microcosm of the world within him. A silvery crystal-like energy rained down around

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