Dimensional Descent

~Hours ago.

"What is the meaning of this-?!"

The man who had prepared to speak for the Dream Pavilion stopped his words, realizing that he had almost lost his temper toward this mad woman. Although he didn't fear her, he didn't want to offend her without reason either. Even so, this action of Mo''Lexi's was completely maddening.

She knew how much weight her name held, and she seemed to have even put a little bit of extra oomph into it this time as well.

Of their participants, she had killed off over 90% of them! Mo''Lexi was still frozen in shock, looking at Leonel. That was because everyone else had practically died immediately, while those that managed to survive were in an agonizing struggle with their own minds that manifested in waves of pain. However, Leonel just stood there in a daze.

It took her a while to snap out of it and realize that she was being spoken to.

"What are you moping about?" She said with a frown. "You wanted to kill at least this many regardless. We don't need numbers, we need elites. How can the numbers of even a thousand Incomplete Worlds match the population of our Bubbles? Let alone the fact we only have barely over a hundred. I just saved us all some time. Why have them fight one another when we can do this instead."

The man's jaw clenched. Mo''Lexi was correct, but only in part.

The issue was that not everyone had such powerful resistance to Dream Force, especially not if they came from an Incomplete World. They might have strengths that were focused in other areas.

In fact, for their purposes, they even preferred those with such weaknesses. It would make them far easier to control, almost superficially injured.

Force protection. Even Leonel, who was practically a Dream Force savant, hadn't known about the importance of protecting yourself against the

as good as dead now, only leaving a small

Emerii-couldn't just say this aloud. This wasn't because those here didn't understand this truth, none of them were fools. Rather, it was

this, and

perfect little genius-pawn for

eyes flashed as he looked down below. When he saw who it

move. He was completely vulnerable. If he died

his feet and eyes began to

stepped forward, grabbing

"Destruction Sovereign! Kill him!"

red-haired woman, clearly of the Brazingers, spoke sharply. Her words practically

Leonel's father had fought. In fact,

state of weakness. Clearly, aside from the strength of Leonel's

hand was held out to stop

don't think

that Leonel didn't immediately recognize. He wore

was Vivak Godlen, a representative of the Godlen

is inappropriate about it? Are you

you of the position of your so-called, self-proclaimed, 'Great Families'," Vivak spoke calmly. "You are experiments no different from those

"It seems the Godlen's