Inaccessible

Earth, that original street.

Achilles stood on one side of the street, holding a vanilla ice cream cone in her hands.

That journey, which had begun with the ancient Sumerian Civilization and continued all the way to an unknowable world of chaotic nothingness, seemed like nothing more than a fleeting dream.

More unknown than the unknown, more random than randomness, more infinite than Infinity.

All of these adjectives had been used to describe the Continuum.

But in this world, the distance between discreteness and continuity was far more remote than the real-number continuum in conventional mathematical systems.

Achilles took a step forward, her brand-new white canvas shoes planting firmly on the ground.

After that single step, she had crossed the street and arrived in that slum.

Time in this world had stopped.

The richly dressed wealthy gentlemen, the gun-wielding servants, the steak-eating hounds, the bloody homeless man flying backward through the air.

And that white-haired little brat hiding behind a trash can, secretly watching everything, with the same appearance as her.

Though the child was now filthy all over, making it impossible to tell what color her hair had originally been.

This eternally motionless world was the true original appearance of the world.

Achilles extended her hand, her index fingertip gently brushing across her past self before her, feeling that undeniably real touch.

This sensation was more real than anything she had ever experienced before. Unaffected by quantum uncertainty, it perfectly conveyed every fragment of information inherent in the object itself.

That was power from the Information Field, power from the Continuum.

"Some of the realm concepts from that world called the True World are also useful for describing infinite worlds, especially the gap between Potential Infinity and Actual Infinity, between Other Shore Ones and Dao Fruit."

"Other Shore Ones