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...'

vague, partial runes that he had memorized as they fell from the Vital Star seemed to fuse,

for

State. But it felt far more like his own comprehension now, as though rather than relying on the runes, he had

around his felt brighter, as though he could almost

It was gorgeous.

you choose to see the beauty in everything, rather than allowing yourself to become tied down by its

so

The beautiful dome of glass that

meant grasping the beauty of life, it really wasn't a Force meant

Trial. And if that really was his future self, then the only reason he had placed Vital Star

back to

from the beauty

answer. He didn't really see the beauty of

cruel. Beasts used the world as their own personal toilet, they fought and killed one another for scraps, scavengers might even have some dung for dinner if it meant surviving another

tried to gaslight him into believing was a beautiful journey.

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

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

brains would trick them into forgetting the entire experience, making them feel as though it wasn't so bad, all so that evolution could spur

chained into being a slave of your own mind, or a law of existence as fundamental

scam. You didn't even truly experience colors as they were, not only was a large segment of the spectrum hidden from you, the