This also reminded Wizet of something Odin had once said: "Some things don't need to be thought about so complicatedly."
What had first given him a sense of belonging in this world, made him want to connect himself to it, had been 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 that truly belonged to this world. That smile and that promise were the most important anchor connecting him to it.
Once he clearly realized that this anchor had taken root, he was finally able to see another matter clearly in turn.
Since his connection to this world could bring him truly closer to it, and since having that connection shaken could nearly push him back outside it—
Then so-called "distance" was not merely a matter of 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!" "My Lord" seemed to have realized something as well, his voice carrying a hint of gritted-teeth fury. "Does that include the connection between you and them?"
"Of course it does!" Wizet nodded. "From this perspective, you are actually the most special existence of all."
"I have no substantive connection with you whatsoever, which means..." He raised a hand and pointed at "My Lord." "The distance between us is unimaginably vast—so vast that we will never intersect."
"My Lord" had already pieced together what Wizet had done. "So you used this point to affect the world where you have already taken root, causing the distance between the moon and this