Dimensional Descent

Leonel entered the Lab Setting.

"Anastasia, cover the whole world. I want information on everything that's happening at any given time. Specifically, any conversations between anyone at the Ninth Dimension or higher. If they mention humans, they're top priority. Second priority is the Cloud Race. Third priority is Demi-God status. Fourth priority is... Dwarven Race.

"Also, map out the entire world. Tell me where the Dream Pavilion of their world is, and also how many experts of this caliber they have."

"You're not worried about them sensing me?" Anastasia asked. She had difficulty deducing and thinking for herself, but that didn't mean that she was a complete dullard. She remembered that the reason Leonel usually restricted her actions was because he didn't want others to sense her.

Although most couldn't feel a thing, at the Ninth Dimension, most would be able to, and considering they were in a world of Spirituals, this was even more so.

"In this situation, them sensing it would be even better. I'd like to see how they deal with a situation where their people feel like they're being spied on. As for those that would know it's us... so what?

"They already know where I am and don't dare to act. I want to see how patient they are, and I also want to see how they're going to make plans when they feel like every step they take is being watched."

"Okay," Anastasia said in a sweet and almost cutsie voice.

Leonel laughed. "What with that voice?"

she didn't know what

smiled. Though she didn't answer, he somewhat knew

that wasn't because she didn't want to help him, it was because she was scared and because she

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of her life had been spent drifting aimlessly through the world, and after the fall of the Minerva, she had passed through so many epochs, so many hands,

took a turn for the better, but then he died... but then she was lucky to be passed on to Leonel's father... but

and it would be even worse if

she could have seen through his intentions, if only she could think for herself, she would have been able to do what she did last time and protect Velasco from

time, not only had Anastasia fallen from the Ninth to barely the Third Dimension, but she had almost died. If she truly

had come to look at Anastasia like a little sister, how could he allow her to make such a

entrusting Leonel with the hopes that he would one day be able to help her break free of

the wishes of Velasco were one thing, while the

him to the best of her abilities. Having him give her tasks like this gave her a great sense of accomplishment and it made her smile more

smiled to himself, swearing that he would one day release

stood before his Workbench, his

was still tiptoeing around

there wasn't enough information, and his opponents seemed capable of making an infinite number of moves, there was another path outside of just sitting and

to suppress them until they were suffocated, until there were only a small number of moves they could even begin to make in