Dimensional Descent

Leonel's gaze narrowed. The Spirituals hadn't shown up for the invasion, but had shown up now? And it was just one man? What did this mean exactly? Were they related to the Three Finger Cult? Or was this precisely the King he had been asking for?

But that didn't make any sense. Leonel was over 90% certain that King came from the Cataclysm Zone, or more accurately, the so-called "true" world. This was why he and the Demoness could have lived for so long, it was all a matter of relying on the huge time dilation between the two regions. Over a year had passed since Leonel had exited that Zone, but maybe only a few fractions of a second had passed over there. That was the reality.

Why did this mean it made little sense for this man to be King?

Leonel didn't know what Race it was that had created this simulation, but if he had to guess, it would definitely be the humans. The reason for this was the way this world was set up, and how all of the other Races seemed to have perfectly set and defined paths to take, while the humans were meandering and somewhat aimless.

If one had to run a simulation, constraining the variables made no sense. They would be looking for something that could change the status of their current situation, and constraining the subjects would make little sense. Rather, they would more so want to allow the simulations as much freedom as possible, allowing the chance for spontaneous mutations that could result in changes that they could take advantage of to help them out of their current situation.

Leonel was even more certain of this because of what had happened in his last moments in the Cataclysm Zone. Back there, there had been many Seventh Dimensional experts present, trying to stop him, but not a single Eighth Dimensional expert.

That event was far too important for not even one Eighth Dimensional existence to show up. And given what Leonel had done and said about the Ancestor who had brought Aina, it was even more impossible that she would do nothing.

So where had she been?

With the sudden breakthrough of his mind, he had a secondary experience of what he had gone through the very first time he had awakened Dream Force, and that was an amplification of his memory.

faintly aware existed, but he couldn't quite grasp... And he also remembered that that harsh sound had

The likelihood of that

simulation was likely created by humans and that King couldn't possibly be a Spiritual. What was the implication of the

would the

expression changed. Was that the truth? Was that

it, was the Demoness human? She should be exactly what her namesake claimed her to be, a Demoness, an Empress of the Demon Race. Didn't that make two Races now that

He couldn't understand why he had muddled such an obvious deduction. Why was it that he was so sure that this man wasn't King when it made

pressing it. He felt an aching in his head all of a sudden, and it was making him feel more and more annoyed, agitated even, he was finding it difficult to

care about what was happening around in the world at all as she took care of

he had wanted to. His mother was a bit stunned and her eyes dimmed, but the care on her expression didn't change as she rubbed Leonel's cheek. It felt cold to the touch, but the

what it was. The worst part was that she didn't even know how to ask Leonel about

figures of the Three Finger Cult, namely...

his

about to lose control, the reality around him warping, a hand pressed down on his shoulder. He looked to see Anya

in that voice as sweet

casual glance