"Human, I have no desire to fight a pointless battle. If you are willing to lend me some blood, I can share the secrets of this Four-Dimensional Pocket with you," Dagomon said enticingly.
Of course, not just anyone was qualified to stand on equal footing with Dagomon. Zheng Fan was no ordinary person, but an existence of the same rank as Dagomon. In such a tense, volatile situation, Dagomon was willing to accept any terms.
"The secrets of the Four-Dimensional Pocket?" Zheng Fan raised his eyebrows and gripped the Night Dawn Sword. "Why don't you take a look at my sword?"
"This is!" The giant monster and Dagomon, who had been focusing entirely on Zheng Fan, were both drawn to the Night Dawn Sword. Dagomon reached into the Four-Dimensional Pocket, called out "Shrinking Light," and pulled out something resembling a flashlight to shine on the Night Dawn Sword. The blade shattered the supernatural power within the light, leaving only ordinary illumination.
"A Fourth-Dimensional Gadget!" the giant monster and Dagomon exclaimed together. To resist a Fourth-Dimensional Gadget, one needed fourth-dimensional power. The difference in ranks of life allowed higher-ranked beings to alter everything about lower-ranked beings: their bodies, memories, and very existence. Of course, such alterations still required a certain amount of technical skill. Zheng Fan's limit was weaving memories riddled with flaws. After all, he cultivated arts of attack and killing. The Sun King, however, could use his manifested fantasy gadgets to manipulate every detail of a three-dimensional being's entire life. But such manipulation became meaningless when facing beings of the same rank.
"Human, we can work together. Whatever terms you have, as long as I can fulfill them, I won't hesitate in the slightest." Faced with Zheng Fan, who showed not the slightest opening, Dagomon actually made such a