Dimensional Descent

Leonel felt himself slowly calm down, his expression becoming serious. He didn't know how to feel about the conclusion he had just come to. It felt like there was something missing.

Sure, Ability Indexes were an anomaly that he couldn't quite understand. They appeared for seemingly no reason and they were an existence that manifested outside the bounds of reason.

It was no wonder.

Leonel had a deep understanding of his soul now, deeper than any comprehension he had ever had in the past, and beyond what even some with Life State Dream Force might come to comprehend. And yet, he had still yet to find the source of his Ability Index.

Could it be further down? Could it be located in the First Dimension instead of the Second? The Dimension of the impetus of Existence itself?

'There's a kernel of truth to that, something...'

Leonel's gaze flashed.

What about the universes necessitated that there be life? Why was it that under the pressure of evolution, life would appear again, and again, and again, given the right conditions?

The answer was obvious.

There was a rule as fundamental as any other rule of physics that everyone was ignoring, a rule so fundamental to Existence that it forced life into being.

What that rule was, what its parameters were, what limitations it had... those were the questions that would decide just how useful this information was to Leonel.

'The necessity of life...'

runes that he had memorized as they fell from the

non-existence wind for

somewhat disappointingly, his Vital Star Force comprehension was still at Half-Step Impetus State. But it felt far more like his own comprehension now, as though rather than relying on the runes,

his felt brighter, as though he could

It was gorgeous.

in everything, rather than allowing yourself to become tied down by its complexities,

wonder I'm so incapable with this

dome of glass that

meant grasping the beauty of life, it

to enter the Dimensional Cleanse Trial. And if that

had been saved. Soon she would awaken and everything would go back to normal once again. So did he even need Vital

am I running away from the beauty of life?'

He didn't really

their own personal toilet, they fought and killed one another for scraps, scavengers might even

everyone tried to gaslight him into believing was a

would spend the end of her pregnancy in almost constant discomfort. Her back would hurt, her feet

she finally did give birth, it would be the worst pain she would likely experience in

the entire experience, making

be chained into being a slave of your own

was a large segment of the spectrum hidden from you, the color of an