The eight main streets of Orario all gathered at the center, entering the Tower Barrier and leading into the dungeon plaza. The entire dungeon plaza wasn't part of the Dungeon—it was part of the Highway, a fact known only to the Chaos Sovereignty. After all, they were the cause.
Even though the plaza was part of the Highway, the Highway and the Dungeon were still connected. They belonged to the same camp: residents of the Sovereignty.
Around the Tower Barrier, just outside its base—the wall—there was a circular highway that surrounded it, connecting the eight main streets just outside the Tower Barrier. This, too, was part of the main street.
John passed through the western main street. He didn't enter the dungeon plaza. Instead, he entered the circular highway and then arrived at the southern main street.
Southern Main Street
I followed the street for a while until I saw a large manor in the distance. I stopped and looked around, searching for an inn. It was already near midnight. Most people at this time were asleep or not accepting guests. In short, it was an inappropriate time.
I found none, so I spread my magic sense. I found one a few kilometers away.
It was a bit far, so I decided not to go there. I slipped into a hidden alley, avoiding the prying eyes of others.
I checked if anyone was around, then activated my magic—Gate of Door.
A door materialized before me.
I grabbed the doorknob, twisted it, and entered. Upon walking in, the door automatically shut itself and disappeared.
This door was part of ???-level magic. It was crafted by my own power and bound to my soul.
After entering one of the doors of Gate of Door, I found myself in an endless flat world, stretching ??? in size.
This place was just one of the countless dimensions within my Gate of Door. This magic held everything and automatically created anything, adding it to its arsenal and increasing its lethality.
Because of this, I—a man with the strength of a normal guy—could rival a ???-level being with my magic. My strength was currently at a quasi-??? level. Only my magic and Haki reached ???-level, while my physical strength was that of an average person—unless I used magic to enhance it.
I could only use Conqueror's Haki and Observation Haki, both at ??? or possibly beyond. These were the only things I managed to keep upon entering the Old World. I didn't know why. I asked the avatar of the Red Planet a while ago.
She explained the reason and only said: "It just is. Nothing more, nothing less."
This dimension I was in stretched ???-level in every direction.
It was nothing but an endless flatland with unique biomes, an endless sky, and a huge moon.
This place had only night. The dimension was dark, but not completely—it was illuminated by the gentle glow of the massive moon, glowing vegetation, animals, and crystal formations.
Currently, I was in a biome of vast grassland, dotted with glowing flowers. This biome was 40 decillion square light-years (40 decillion ly) wide.
Amidst this vast grassland stood a cozy wooden cabin. I'd spend the night there.
But before that, I needed to create something.
I sat on the ground in a meditative stance. As soon as I closed my eyes, countless runes formed, and materials from the various energy systems I possessed—ki, magic, chakra, spirit pressure, kemjo, and more—each formed circles of runes that blanketed the entire dimension.
They all activated, releasing a gentle glow. They shrank, gathering into my heart and transforming it into something extraordinary.
A reactor—biological and soul—generating endless energy from different systems. I called it the Sage Heart.
It replicated itself endlessly and automatically combined with the original Sage Heart, evolving and growing in power with each passing second. In its early formation, Sage Heart was ???-level in power—and it continued to evolve endlessly, second by second.
As soon as I formed the Sage Heart, I stopped and went to the cabin to rest, skipping dinner to sleep.
With a thud, I lay on the soft bed, instinctively removing the bedsheet and exposing the smooth covers, perfectly free of wrinkles. I always did this. After sleeping, I'd use cleaning magic so my scent or sweat wouldn't remain.
My eyes grew heavy, and I fell asleep.