Dimensional Descent

'... You've got to be kidding me.'

Leonel unleashed a groan and pushed the crate off of himself, pushing it into the air with all his might and ducking for cover before the wind could knock him off his feet. He slid to the ground, gasping for breath. He pulled one knee to his chest and rested his forearm on it. With the way his pale violet hair drifted over his face, his eyes were entirely obscured.

In that moment of silence, it was truly as though he had been cut out from the world and placed in one of his own creations entirely. And within it, his heart felt a frightening cold, one that chilled him to the bone and made his flesh feel as fragile as a thin pane of glass.

If Leonel had known that Wise Star Order used the Silver Tablet to create the legend of Merlin, he would have figured this out long ago. If Leonel had known how Zones worked in Complete Worlds, rather than assuming that they couldn't exist at all, he would have figured this out long ago.

But now, he felt like it was all rushing to him at once, and he also felt that it just might be too late for him to realize all of this.

These people were truly monsters.

His breathing calmed, and the tranquil look in his eyes returned.

He understood why they had all been so casual, why they didn't react much to the deaths of so many of the youths that were supposed to be their "last" hope, why Mo''Lexi didn't seem to care even about sending Leonel and Aina off to their deaths, so much so that she had even casually allowed them to hunt demons for such insignificant characters.

He could tell. Compared to Alastar, those three young men could be considered trash. There was absolutely no way that Leonel's own potential was seen to be weak enough by Mo''Lexi to risk his life just for their sakes. If anything, shouldn't Mo''Lexi be trying her best to raise Leonel from the Fifth Dimension? She knew that his Dream Force affinity was greater than maybe anything she could have hoped from someone raised in an Incomplete World, and yet she ignored it as though it didn't matter in the slightest.

All of these disjointed actions, all of these inexplicable choices, could all be explained in a single sentence.

They wanted to wring them up like farm animals, place them on a plantation, then work them to death. And the worst part was that even if they died, it still wouldn't be an escape.

was wrong, he just couldn't fathom what it could

dread he felt watching all of the subordinates he had just watched die for him suddenly available again like floating characters

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change, one where he swore to become a King, just to

that they were, trading their lives for the much more "real" lives

felt like some sort of god, pressing his finger on the scale like that and skewing it in favor of

was what

Zone. They all

as much

a middling standard in the Complete Worlds, there were only a handful that might be just barely good enough

It was too insignificant.

the life of one worth more than

out from their words, throw them into a frying pan, and force them to be revived again and again just to be herded like

based on the whims of the Zone itself, like a game that could be played again and again, like characters that could be reset

Zone was always a Zone that Leonel couldn't probably place. Was it a Variant Zone? A normal

it was Mythological, based on some legend of Planet Valiant that he

precisely the reason the Silver Tablet was within it to begin with? What if one of the abilities of the Tablet was to create these

of Creation had always been trying to revive the world to its original state, to fight back against the fading of the Northern Star and to allow Creation to continuously flourish. They

yet

closed, his tranquility becoming as deep as a

event at all. He bet that anyone foolish enough to not take these "Gods" up on their offer was unceremoniously brought