All Lostbelts possessed possibilities of the same magnitude.
Kirschtaria Wodime firmly believed this.
Regardless of scale, strength, or the prosperity of the human civilization living within a Lostbelt—the possibilities of every Lostbelt were immense beyond measure.
Because Lostbelts themselves were the "possibilities" of human history.
The Scandinavian Lostbelt overseen by Ophelia Phamrsolone.
The Central Plains Lostbelt overseen by Hinako Akuta.
The Russian Lostbelt overseen by Kadoc Zemlupus.
The Indian Lostbelt overseen by Scandinavia Peperoncino.
The Atlantic Ocean Lostbelt overseen by Kirschtaria Wodime himself.
The British Lostbelt overseen by Beryl Gut.
The South American Lostbelt overseen by Daybit Sem Void.
Seven Lostbelts, seven utterly different possibilities.
And precisely because of that, Kirschtaria would never tolerate such possibilities being forcibly shut down before they could truly grow.
"...I don't intend to lose. You don't need to remind me."
Kadoc's fingers kept twitching.
"...Forget it. I'm not interested in continuing this conversation. If there's a chance of being attacked, I'm leaving first."
Bzzzt—
Grinding his teeth, Kadoc leaned back hard against his chair. After saying that to Kirschtaria, his projection vanished from the hall.
Only six Crypters remained seated around the round table.
"Even though he might not be the one attacked, he still can't keep himself composed."
Hinako Akuta shook her head, clearly not approving of Kadoc's behavior.
"Still, I should be leaving as well."
Snap.
She closed her book for the last time.
"My Lostbelt King is a monster made of curiosity and the desire to rule. If I leave it unattended for too long, something unexpected might happen."
"Well then, goodbye."
Bzzzt—
With that, Hinako Akuta also vanished from the hall.
"Though she seemed rather disdainful of Kadoc's behavior, can I take it that Hinako is feeling a little uneasy too?"
Beryl shrugged, maintaining that somewhat sly smile of his.