“Earth.”

“This is Earth.”

The corner of Woojin's lips lifted.

“I’m not talking about the fake one.”

He stared at the silent Dimensional Administrator. It was as if he was staring at an Overmind made of red light.

Why did it need armor in the first place… Was it mimicking a human? Or did it have some other function?

He couldn’t even come up with a guess.

He asked, “Why aren’t you answering me?”

“What is fake and what is real?”

The voice rang out, causing his head to ring. Woojin was about to give an immediate answer, but he paused.

What defined something as being real or fake?

What characterized reality and virtual reality…

As he contemplated the question, Woojin shook his head. It didn’t matter which form of reality was of substance.

“Moon World. I want you to send me there.”

“You can’t go there.”

At the Dimensional Administrator’s words, Woojin’s expression hardened.

Was Toppler correct? Was it true that this world was the fake one? If there really was a partition between reality and the virtual world, the Dimensional Administrator was a product of the virtual reality. It meant the Dimensional Administrator couldn’t send him to Moon World since it was located in reality.

“Why?”

The silence was sufficient as an answer. If the Dimensional Administrator had no solution, Woojin had only one item of business with him.

Shwahh...