A year later.
"Hiss... Such destructive power—could it have been some Sovereign?"
Green flew through the air, looking down at the violently shattered battle scars stretching to the horizon across the land of gleaming white bones. He asked himself whether he could ever achieve anything like this. The answer was no.
At the same time, Green beckoned, and gravitational ripples drew several weapon fragments into his hand.
They were metal. Judging from the patterns, it had probably been a serrated weapon. Its material was comparable to the Nine-Nine Return-to-One Sword in Green's hand, yet it had been shattered into such a state.
"How could that be!"
Simba dismissed Green's startled speculation, then said, "Those who could be sealed here were already peak experts beneath the Sovereigns of the Endless World. Besides, old monsters who have survived several eras while enduring all manner of dangers here are everywhere. No battle scar would be surprising."
Green sighed. "It seems that even for a wizard like me, with relatively profound knowledge and research into spacetime sorcery, leaving such a deep Deep Illusory World would never be as easy as cutting my way out with a single sword."
As he spoke, a small piece of Philosopher's Stone appeared in Green's hand. With a crunch, he began chewing it in his mouth.
Simba looked at Green in disbelief. "What kind of crystal is that? Your body's evolutionary speed over this period has been simply unbelievable."
Green smiled. For passively evolving creatures, there had never been any clear division between life levels apart from World Lords and Sovereigns.
In terms of purely passive bodily evolution, Green was still quite far from a level-six creature. Yet if amplified by Elemental Surge and pried open through his two fulcrums, he already possessed the ability of a level-six creature