Dimensional Descent

Chapter 3107  Automate

[A very happy birthday goes out to princebanzz. I know your birthday is on the 7th, but I don’t upload in time tomorrow so happy early birthday, loool]

Ramon hugged a confused Valorie with all of his might.

By now, the man had gone from a somewhat lanky scholar to a hulking mass of a man. He was tall and bulging with muscles, and his wife, who had once been even somewhat bulkier than him, now looked like a dainty maiden in comparison.

However, he didn’t seem to care as he balled his eyes out, holding onto her so tightly Leonel was even a bit worried that he would crush her to death.

Even so, Leonel couldn’t help but smile, feeling his own emotions stirring. If he had gone through what Ramon had, he probably wouldn’t react much differently.

Well, at least the current version of him would.

As for the past version of him, when he saw Aina die before him, he practically lost all humanity he had left in him.

Luckily, his future self had been able to change the Fate of at least one thing… sort of.

In reality, by now Leonel understood that there were just certain deaths you could reverse and others that were impossible no matter how much you wanted them to be so.

In the past, he had treated reviving people from death as an indictment on the sanctity of life. But he had only been a layman in regard to these things in the past.

Now he understood that sometimes… being able to revive someone actually increased the value of it all… especially when it was contrasted with those you simply couldn’t do the same for.

He had seen many come back to life over the course of his own, but no matter what he did, he would never have his father back. And his mother…

Leonel pressed a silent hand to his chest.

The irony was that for every breath he breathed, he was replacing one that should have been for her.

He looked over toward Elrion and couldn’t help but chuckle. He was gasping for breath.

By now, he had only managed to help Anastasia revive a couple dozen Morales family members. But it was a huge toll on his mind.

All of this was only possible if he and Anastasia worked in tandem, but obviously, it wasn’t so easy.

By Elrion’s side, his old man was barking orders at him and suddenly Leonel understood why Elrion felt closer to his parents than he did his grandfather despite having spent far more time with the latter.

Old Hutch was practically more of a drill sergeant than a grandfather. Yet, the slight smile at the corner of Elrion’s lips told a different story entirely.

“Hey, Old Hutch. You knew we have recovery pods. Toss him in, then wheel him out.”

Old Hutch’s eyes lit up and Elrion’s lip twitched.

This was really going to be the end of him.

The cycle continued. Elrion had all of his stamina wrung out of him, then he was tossed into a recovery pod for 15 minutes, only to be dragged out to repeat it all again.

Slowly, the number of Morales that were being revived was steadily increasing in number.

However, at this pace, it was simply impossible to revive them all.

It took Elrion and Anastasia about half a minute to pull out one Morales from the stream of time, and then Leonel would trap their soul into the Life Tablet and help them recover.

That was all fine and dandy… except for the fact there were trillions of Morales.

Even if they focused on only the most core members, not only would such a thing be unfair and entirely un-Patriarch-like, they still constituted billions.

At this pace, they wouldn’t even finish by the time Existence came to an end.

Elrion was starting to get sharper and faster with the more hands-on training, but even if they reached a point where they could do one a second, it would still take far too long. Especially considering Elrion would certainly never reach a point where he could continue indefinitely without pause.

A billion seconds was already almost 32 years, and that wouldn’t even cover the core members of the Morales.

If they needed trillions… well, the time necessary would only grow more exaggerated.

Leonel had already seen through this problem, but finding a solution wasn’t easy. And on the back end, dealing with the revival of so many people even with this world in his back pocket also wouldn’t be easy.

It had to be remembered that Leonel was trying to drum up a solution that would allow everyone to return to the Third Dimension and reforge their foundations with greater ease.

He was basically finished with his deductions and felt like he could do it. But the problem was that he would then run into the same issue as Elrion at that point.

Time and stamina.

He needed a method that would automate both processes. But he also wasn’t an omnipotent God. The likelihood he could do this with his current skill was next to nil.

So he just stood there and observed, his mind churning.

At that moment, he got a message from Aina.

‘Finished?’ his soul reached out to hers.

‘Yup.’

Leonel nodded.

As for what Aina had finished, it should be their first large batch of pills. These would be what they would need if they were going to return everyone to the Third Dimension. Otherwise, they would be wasting too much time.

The plan was simple. Leonel would use Dream Path to comprehend someone’s optimal path. Then, he would use Dream Class, an ability he hadn’t used in a while, to mimic this Path.

Aina would then use her Clairvoyance and the connection between their souls to feel out this path and work out the kinks. Then, she would create a slate of pills to help them not only quickly recover their strength but swiftly enter the Ninth Dimension as well.

With these two things working in conjunction, they would quickly build up the army that they should have long ago.