This also reminded Vizet of something Odin had once said: "If you overcomplicate some things, there's really no need to."
What first gave him a sense of belonging in this world, what made him want to connect with it, had come from that smiling face and that promise about family.
He wanted to protect that promise. For its sake, he was willing to give everything he had.
As a transmigrator, he needed a reason to truly belong to this world. That smile and that promise were the most important Anchor Point connecting him to it.
Once he clearly realized that this Anchor Point had taken root, he was finally able to see another matter clearly.
Since his connection to this world could bring him truly closer to it, and since that connection being shaken could nearly push him back outside it...
Then so-called "distance" was not merely about literal proximity.
It was also a measure of whether one existence and another could overlap, accept each other, draw close, or drift apart.
Since this kind of "distance" could affect him, it could also affect the moon and this world.
"Descender!" The Master seemed to have thought of something as well, his voice carrying a trace of gritted fury. "Does that include the connection between you and them?"
"Of course it does!" Vizet nodded. "From this perspective, you are actually the most special existence."
"There is no substantive connection between you and me, which means..." He raised a hand and pointed at The Master. "The distance between us is incomparably vast, so vast that we will never intersect."
The Master had already pieced together what Vizet had done. "So you exploited this, influencing the world in which you have already taken root, thereby making the distance between the moon and this world