Dimensional Descent

The flood of information came in such fierce waves that Leonel's mind nearly collapsed. If it wasn't for the fact he had experience with becoming a Dream Asura, and the extra flood of information and sensory overload that came with it, it might have truly happened.

He had no choice but to hunker down and hope that Clarence didn't use the opportunity to attack him. But the truth was that the current Dream Force affinity around him was so dense that someone trying to approach might just directly lose their mind as well. Clarence couldn't get close even if he wanted to.

It wasn't until three days later that the flood of information finally stopped, and Leonel was able to open up a haggard pair of eyes. It looked as though he hadn't slept in years; his mind had really gone through what felt like centuries of living just now. It wasn't the kind of thing he wanted to experience again in a short time.

Luckily, aside from his experience as his enlightened self, he was also a Dream Sovereign and had strengthened his body considerably, allowing him to access more of the true strength of his Dream Force.

As for the information he had received, it was unsurprisingly... a lot.

For one, there was a bunch of information about the Vast Dream Pavilion and its history. He learned that he had somehow become the de facto Pavilion Head and all this responsibility he had wanted to avoid in the first place had suddenly been thrown onto his shoulders.

Just earlier, he had wanted to create his own organization; he was already cycling between different cool uniform ideas and equally as cool names, and now he was strapped with this?

The truth was that if Leonel could take the benefits and avoid the hassle, he would. The trouble was that with that information had also come a great deal of context.

He was aware that every Dream Pavilion in existence knew what was in that box, which meant everyone knew that it was suddenly in the hands of a "Fifth Dimensional" brat who just happened to be a Dream Sovereign.

him. What did Leonel being a Dream Sovereign

was to use the Dream Pavilion itself as a protective mechanism to tie the hands

that had just been gambled away by Clarence. If nothing was done, the Vast Dream Pavilion would plummet to 9999th place and then

worst sort of outcome and there was little he could do but play this

'How fucking annoying...'

would do this; it would probably be the most dangerous thing he had ever done, and that was saying something. He had just escaped the hands of two organizations flooded with Ninth Dimensional experts as a Third Dimensional expert, and after getting hundreds of times stronger, he would

have managed to keep his calm. But now that

Another challenge? So what?

Dream Plane wasn't a place anyone could do as they pleased. It was a location where the only Force available was Dream Force. In fact, even though it was called the

Plane would only allow the portion of your

see, then, how this would put humans at a

it was separated from the body. Even for Leonel's Control Ability Index, he could only use his Dream World as a proxy to impose

themselves fighting back against a great amount of cognitive dissonance. When that was layered with their already relatively weak Dream Force to begin

this problem, and there were many other things he would be able to take advantage of in that situation, especially when