"If we want to defeat it, we need to drag it into our world. Don't laugh, I'm serious. I know it sounds like suicide, but if you don't pull your opponent onto the chessboard, you're playing an action game while they're playing a strategy game and watching you perform. How could you possibly win?!"
Within channels reserved for top-tier Professionals, genuine military secrets were being exchanged.
"So first, we need to make its health bar appear?"
Apparently, this one was an old-school gamer too.
".Uh, I can barely understand that phrasing. But more accurately, to it, we're two-dimensional paper cutouts. No matter how much you make a fuss, it means nothing to its main body. We have to bring this three-dimensional being down too—at least down to 2.5 Dimension."
It seemed they were each trendier than the last. So-called 2.5 Dimension was obviously a metaphor, because dimensions could not be discounted. At least, not in Lu PingAn's understanding.
Yet these words carried an entirely different meaning for Lu PingAn.
Others would probably see this as a game of putting a monster into a bottle. But in Lu PingAn's eyes, if all worlds were vibrating waves of different frequencies, then this meant "slowing and damping" it, dragging it into Earth's dimension.
It sounded mystical? In fact, it was common even on Earth: a dimensional reduction ritual in which a "god" became a "human."
Among the many supernatural rituals, God Descent had never been absent. Summoning rituals were fundamentally the same thing—altering it, then integrating it into this world.
".Even if we reduce its dimension, I'm afraid only attacks imbued with divinity will be effective."
The dimensional gap was too vast, so vast that there was no point discussing strength at all. How could a two-dimensional attack harm a three-dimensional existence? Even