Green accepted the summoning sacrifice, sealing the mighty Lord of the Holy Light World into the black sphere of the Great Thousand World.
However!
The moment Green withdrew his palm—one that, to the fiends of the real world, appeared to be formed from murky gray mist—and pulled it back into the Dimensional Esophagus, the Lord of the Holy Light World, despite already being sealed within the Great Thousand World, was still swallowed by surging illusory mist. He was forcibly rendered illusory within the Great Thousand World itself, vanishing above the endless gray fog and entering an unknown place where time and space held absolutely no meaning.
"It seems this Great Thousand World shelter of the Guyak Civilization still has a long way to go before it can match the design of a box shelter..."
Green had already seen through it. In order to evade the punishment of fate beyond the box, the Guyak Civilization had actually attempted to build another box within the box, one connected to boxes of even lower dimensions, to contend against the outside of the Endless World's box—or rather, to isolate themselves from and hide from the Endless World's box.
Yet the first test in constructing such a box was the designer's understanding of the Endless World as a box.
But judging from the current situation, this box's design still possessed enormous flaws.
"Twinkle, twinkle, little star, how I wonder what you are, up above the world..."
Hm!?
As Green descended along gravity, a strange song suddenly reached his ears. It seemed to pierce straight into his soul—chaos tangled with riotous splendor, nonsensical unknown illusions, and that humble terror before the absurd and bizarre...
Green's memories seemed to pierce through time and space, returning to Bissell City—to the moment when Wizard Arowoz held a red-eyed frog