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Leonel stared off into the distance. Nothing about the current state of his expression seemed to paint the proper picture of what was going on in his mind right now, nor did it describe the kind of shocking realization he had come to.

This sort of realization wasn't something that could be brushed off casually. It was akin to finding out that the entire life you were living was nothing more than a fictional tale, a paper thin fabric of reality that was no different than what was written out on a piece of paper.

However, there were also reasons that Leonel's mind didn't collapse in on itself beside the fact that he was strong of purpose and of heart… It was quite simple really: he had been to the "real" world, he had stepped foot into it, he had fought their geniuses, he had enraged their experts, he had taken their benefits.

All of it.

He had done it.