A boy in a seemingly high-school outfit is currently walking in the sideway of the downtown street. 

Unlike earlier, here surely is full of people passing by. Purely busy with their own life, that is...

Some are couples, some are workers, some are students, and some are on their respective clothes specifically suited for none other than their reason to do so.

In beside the aura of the boy is a tiny little anxiety from a Shiba Inu puppy that is walking cautiously.

Respectively, they are Valentin Nobez, a 17-year old high-school student in Khen Academia; Espiridion, the Shiba Inu “puppy” that is already… dead.

The presence of the boy is not close to normal, completely opposite of what he described himself, that is…

His life, before a certain God had changed something from him, is already alike from a character inside a human entertainment creation called a “novel”. 

Well, if this is really a novel, if all of us really are inside one, then I suppose the Author certainly is the Absolute Creator that is not affected by time, space, and matter in the world it had created.

… Is that so? Maybe. Maybe not.

But throughout the time I said that and the time these two individuals are walking, perceptions surely are valuable, indeed.

Perceptions. It is beyond doubt, impossible to be unlimited because of the mindset of having what we think as a real “God”. If we think there's one, so most likely, its reality is the only one that's bound as not having limitations, right?

Then how about the boy? 

Gifted with a power beyond even my own ability to perceive existences higher than me, is he considered as the closest to God?

What even is the true power of his precious eyes, the Unliving Eyes?

Just like how he saw the dead Shiba Inu puppy, he can certainly see existences in another plane, in another dimension higher than his. 

And what about the walking puppy beside the walking boy?

Being dead for sure gave him an ability. But being dead for sure made him lose a specific ability as well.

Yes, it is to not be able to be perceived by none other than the living persons. 

Gained benefits. Gained drawbacks.

Advantages. Disadvantages.

Strengths. Weaknesses.

Relief. Sadness.

There are no such free things in this world. It’s either a good thing or not. Some gained trust thinking what the other gave is, in some ways, free. But it’s not. You received happiness, they received your trust. That’s just how it is.

What I’m saying is that balance is the key to understanding the real presence of perceptions.

Presence of perceptions. The real reality. How we see our own world not just naturally and generally, but even individually.

Yet no matter how great one is, anyone’s reality is always not the highest level of reality. 

No such being can feel the presence of everything. Everything includes the one who made that everything.

Dimensions per dimensions. Unless you are this certain someone who was given such a thing breaking one of the greatest laws of existence, then your reality is really a limited one.

Unlike the boy, everyone’s perception is a limited one. Or is it?

Because if so, then only the boy can stomp the heads of the beings closest to the real God due to a power that they couldn’t ever have. Only the boy could be able to see the real God if ever it is so.

Like in fiction. The boy may be able to break the fourth wall. Able to communicate with the mind of his creator. Everyone’s creator in this existence, to be specific.

Well, maybe. Maybe not.

…What about that certain someone? Yes, what about the one who had given him what we thought is an ability beyond existence? Is this specific being’s perception even higher than the one closest to “God”? If not, then giving such one and only valuable existence that this being cannot even dare to lose will make him the greatest idiot all of existence could yet offer.

Going back to the person who was given such a thing by the nominated greatest idiot, he sure is walking full of nothing, not being aware of how “powerful” he is. 

Then was what Espiridion had said earlier really is true in some ways? That this boy really is stronger than that shattered-clothing person? 

…Even I don’t know. That’s how far a power of dimensions by dimension is. If your dimension is even one stack lower, then you’re missing many... I mean the countless other things your current dimension could not give because of its limits. 

Well, unless you’re this certain 17-Earth-year old human, then you wouldn’t even believe the things he will, from now on, see as most of us vessels couldn’t even get close to the beings thought as the ones who are closest to the creator. 

Yes, all the things I have said may be possible. Because as you my dear vessels can see, even his own “god”, me, couldn’t even know the limits of his power. The power he had just obtained. The Unliving Eyes...

A protector of his that doesn't even really know what he is protecting from now on. Because no matter how, my perception of the power out from his eyes will still be limited.

That’s how powerful anyone’s perception can be. 

If you ever could not know of someone’s own level of perception, then it’s already understood that you're of a lower existence than this someone.

… Really? Then what about me, the current “god” of the world he is into? 

Am I... a lower being than him?

…

…

…

Shit.

This boy… Oh well, who am I to get angry of someone being supported by someone I wouldn’t even dare to put myself on this someone's bad side.

And rather than that, I should support him because I will get at least some credits for narrating a story of a remarkable one… Hehe.

Hmm? Jealous, my dear vessels? Don’t worry, most of you are part of this story too for being a mob, just… watching my Livestream. Pft…

[Seriously? Helver?]

… Oh shit, sister. Mute~~

…

Let’s get back to the story.

As I said, if he got out of this world, he will be overpowered.

But currently, on this planet called Earth, his perception is currently on par with mine. Well, because obviously, I can see every existence, from the little ones to the largest ones, from the primordial ones to the latest ones, that are presently residing on this planet. 

Speaking of them…

As the boy and the puppy arrived on a corner in the downtown area they as well, with some other people, deviated and turned left continuing to walk the street.

… It certainly is… not relatively right. 

Because there they are, one by one arriving at the view of the boy.

Just as the boy turned left and looked at his front he saw things that certainly are not the normal, familiar, and uninteresting ones he will always see in the reality he is living at. 

“Just… what is this…” he stated as he observed those “things” he is currently looking at.

As the boy turned and gazed left and right, back and forth, up and down, circular, and any other view, Espiridion stared at him, dumbfounded.

As all of you my dear vessels already knew, existence can only perceive existence according to its current level of perception, specifically, its own current level of dimension.

Two existences having the same level of dimension mean that they could see each other as well. But if one is lower, then one is unfortunate.

Going back to the boy, he surely is puzzled as well due to the sudden strike of a meteor-sized hardcore-leveled maze, trying to complete it as his brain cells swim back to accepting things rationally out from the destroyed view about the previously limited reality he had earlier. 

Earlier before the puppy was the first one. But it is more than that this time.

By earlier, the boy had already accepted the fact that he can see the dead.

As he walked on the first line of the sidewalk of the downtown street at that time, he had already seen some people with white fires at the top of their heads.

They do not have some stains of blood or something like that in their appearance. In fact, they were clean enough to look alive just like the real living ones.

Some were adults, some were old, some were teenagers, and not that many were children. 

But in spite of being dead, they were even more like a living person than real living ones because of the fact that they were having fun.

And yes, the boy knew the difference between the dead ones from the living ones because of the fact that there were white fires inflaming at the top of their heads. The puppy had also said to him that time as well.

So even being right there, the boy and the puppy saw people with white fires doing things that were most likely fun for them.

Some were leaning at the air, floating. Some were just walking while talking and laughing. Some were throwing some “throwable” things in the middle of the trafficking street not worrying about being hit by a car. Some were even doing “sexual” things in the small space between two buildings.

The boy, with the dead puppy beside him, continued to walk as he unintentionally took small gazes of the other dead people.

It is not that he cared this much, but the puppy advised him to not stare at the other dead people too much because they may notice that he can see them and it would be a hindrance, so he as well just followed what the puppy said.

It is not that they will really be a hindrance to him, but because following what the puppy had just said isn’t even that much of a thing, he really didn’t put that much of thinking. And might as well because the puppy may know more than him, being dead or so.

And so since then, he really didn’t care that much about the dead.

Going back right now to the present time, he sure budged a little. 

Yet eventually,

“... Great, so it’s not just dead humans, but those things as well, huh…” he replied to what he said earlier as he continued to walk and stop focusing on what he had just seen.

But suddenly,

“What did you say again, Tin?” the puppy asked the boy as he stopped walking and leaned his head at one side. “Was what I just heard… real?”

The boy that was just asked a question by a puppy stood still as well as he began to look at the view again; at the sky passionlessly articulating up a conclusion and premise.

“Hmmm. So you could not see those things despite being imperceptible by humans, huh…” 

“What do you mean… those things…?”

“... I can’t describe them that easily.” the boy replied, still with a seemingly cold yet impassive tone.

The puppy is still struck by confusion. Being followed by anxiety and fear, he then said to the boy, “J-just… de-describe… those you c-can descri-cribe…” with an agitated tone as he stuttered.

*Sigh* as the boy made one in such a terrifying yet marvelous view in front of him, followed by lowering his head to look at the eyes of the confused puppy.

“I guess the one that’s currently flying and diving towards our direction.” the boy said, looking unfazed as he pointed something at the sky.

“A-a-a-and… wha-what izhst-t-t-t-t?” the puppy stuttered again as a “liquid” in his insides began flowing into his cute tiny hotdog.

And it is no other thing such as…

“... A dragon.”

a dear little pissing.