Dimensional Descent

It wasn't until at least half an hour later that Leonel managed to slip away from all the onslaught of questions. Since he was pretty much locked in to the first overall pick in the coming months, it was no wonder he was being hounded like this. That said, just because he understood, didn't mean he liked it.

'Dammit, I'm late. I don't want Aina to misunderstand…'

Leonel pedaled madly across campus, his silver bike streaking like a comet across the skies.

About five minutes later, he finally made it to the Northern Dormitories. Since there were too many outsiders on campus today, he clicked a hidden button on his bike's frame, causing it to fold in on itself and becoming a silver rod about two meters long. In the end, it further collapsed, splitting into four pieces that neatly fit into his bag.

The blaring of music could be heard even from Leonel's distance away. He hadn't even entered the apartment-style building yet, but the sounds of clattering glass, laughter and club music was impossible to miss already.

Blue North Dormitory was the male boarding house of the Northern Dormitories. It had the greatest luxury and accommodation of them as well.

Usually, women wouldn't be allowed anywhere near this place, as their dorms were located in the south. But, nearing the end of Senior year, there was an unspoken rule among supervisors to let some of these things slide. At the very least, Leonel could see many of these blooming beauties through the windows and even strewn around outside, sneaking away with their lovers.

Seeing these sights, Leonel sighed. Would Aina really come to such a place? Maybe he was asking for too much. Thinking to this point, his footsteps couldn't help pause.

These were some of his last chances to capture Aina's heart. If he failed now, who knew when he would see her again?

Aina was a Five-Star Professional. Leonel didn't know of what profession due to certain protections. In order to protect students from being poached and harassed by conglomerates and distracting them from their schooling, this information was usually sealed. Leonel was a special case in that he was an Entertainment Professional. As such, his protections weren't as great.

Considering how high Aina's protections were, she was definitely destined for a very important industry. The only reason Leonel even knew she was Five-Star at all was due to simple coincidence and a slip of the tongue.

Leonel clenched his fists.

How well did he know Aina? What were her hobbies? Her favorite foods? Favorite color?

Leonel didn't know the answers to any of these questions, however he was enamored. There were other women just as beautiful as Aina, some of whom had even tried to deliver themselves into his arms. But there was something about this woman in his heart that overshadowed them all.

'If my profession isn't enough to be by her side, then I'll toss it aside.' Leonel's aura blazed almost like a beacon under the night skies.

Just as Leonel was about to take another step forward, the sound of a crashing window shook him out of his thoughts. The screams of the female students shot across the night sky. However, the blaring music hadn't come to a stop.

Leonel's gaze shot upward to a body half hanging out through a fourth floor window. A young man's lower back scraped along the now jagged windowsill, his body barely being suspended by the hand grasping his collar. However, it was clear that his hand wasn't trying to save him, but was rather likely the reason he was in such a position to begin with.

"James…?"

Leonel didn't wait even a moment. Breaking into a sprint, he tore into the dormitory.

Those who likely didn't know what was happening upstairs due to the loud blaring music tried to greet him, only for him to blow right past, shooting up the stairs.

Leonel reached the fourth floor in a flash. He had completely ignored the screaming pain that ran across his chest and torso. A fall from the fourth floor was no joke.

"Conrad!"

floor's lounge room, his voice carrying a

was quite luxuriously decorated. Soft carpets, a Four Star Chef who stood behind a curved bar nonchalantly as though nothing was happening, and several table games from pool

man he had faced on the field just an

you

simmered, but it was somehow

of the situation. He immediately noticed that there were several members of the Angel Wings here. This in and of itself wasn't a problem, but he had never heard of a losing team joining the winning side's

was then

been fully prepared for her not to come, yet she really was here. Not only that, but it seemed like her and her two friends were somehow

met Aina's, many inadvertently smiled despite the situation. Aina herself blushed and looked away,

It's no wonder why this guard dog reacted so furiously

Conrad's words, Leonel's expression once more became cold. He was smart enough to understand what must have

a bit late due to his

drunk, or else with his size and strength, there was no way

to commit a murder with

system of the fourth floor was turned down to the point only the music from the other floors

saying a word. With their leader here, there was nothing that needed

didn't know what was going on on the other floors, but there were twelve members of his team here and only seven of

what if I do? Do you think I would be punished for it?" He asked

off guard. He considered himself to be an intelligent

status. What of the Siegfried Family that was powerful enough to

rather that he never realized that someone could use this loophole to get away with

but his own self in danger. But Conrad actually wanted to

notice that from the

"Alright, drop him then."

eyes narrowed. "Do you think I

certain you would. However,

"Consequences?"

laughter shaking his body. James' body tipped further out the window, nearly disrupting the balance that

here I thought the mighty Leonel Morales was intelligent. It

uncomfortable feeling started to well in the latter's heart. Soon, even the remaining six Angel Wing players felt too stifled to

"If you drop my partner

his own breath. Leonel's biting cold

you really think you can say such a thing? Do you know who I am? For just this threat alone,

though on cue, a voice once more

Moderation Act of 2034, all manners of Hate

that subject, Leonel Morales, rethink his coming actions. Any murders committed by subject in the next hour will not be considered in self-defense and can only

care. Drop him." Leonel

black coat that slightly covered it. The warning red lights only appeared as a warning to bystanders who may get caught up in the coming