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.

geniuses that excelled in certain facets that simply didn't even know about the importance of Dream Force protection. Even Leonel, who was practically a Dream Force savant,

were as good as dead now, only

that the man-Clarence Emerii-couldn't just say this aloud. This wasn't because those here didn't understand this truth, none of

clearly understanding this, and even more clearly not

there, didn't I find a perfect little genius-pawn for

eyes flashed as he looked down below. When he saw

to move. He was completely vulnerable. If he died

and eyes began to

another beat as Clarence stepped

"Destruction Sovereign! Kill him!"

clearly of the Brazingers, spoke sharply. Her words practically came out in a

fought. In fact, none of the four

experiencing a great state of weakness. Clearly, aside from the strength of Leonel's father, the

out to stop

don't think

but rather a man from a group that Leonel didn't immediately recognize. He wore plain linen robes that

Vivak Godlen, a

is inappropriate about it? Are you a fan of the Envoys

of the position of your so-called, self-proclaimed, 'Great Families'," Vivak spoke calmly. "You are experiments no different from those Envoys. If there's any close relations to them, shouldn't your family be first in line to

expression darkened. "It seems the Godlen's