Dimensional Descent

Big Buddha frowned when he entered the castle. He immediately realized that there wasn't a single other soul. But, by his estimations, this didn't make sense. He most definitely wasn't the most powerful of those who had chosen to participate. By all rights, he logically shouldn't have been the first to reach this point.

He suddenly felt like something was wrong. The cold stone beneath his feet, the eerie works of art that hung from the tall walls and windows, the knight statues decorated with immaculate armor… It all felt too quiet, too disconcerting.

Little did Big Buddha know that there were several individuals feeling the exact way he did.

They all stood in the very same hall Big Buddha did, staring at the same eerie walls, feeling the same stifling weight on their chests, but none of them sensed the other. It was as though they were on different planes of existence, viewing the same things from a completely different perspective.

Leonel sat within the throne room, coldly watching these events. He was both surprised and disappointed to see Big Buddha taking part. Others might not be aware, but weren't they both here to complete the same mission? What did he gain by targeting him like this?

Leonel sighed and shook his head. He looked off blankly into the distance for a moment.

This world… why was it like this?

Something faint budded within Leonel's heart, but he wasn't in the mood to grasp it. He simply wanted this to end.

"Let's go, Little Blackstar."

Leonel took a step forward and was suddenly shrouded by shadows.

…

Zyllee was a Demon Lord ranked #19. He could be considered to have made a name for himself a long time ago.

was most surprising about him, though, was the fact he was one of the rare

steps were slow and silent. He crossed over one step at a time, leaving his body in a ready position

many things. It was clear that while Leonel's talent was several levels

one here. He was confident in his own tracking and sensory abilities. There were very

one with his guard the most lowered. In fact, he could even spare thoughts toward the kind of rewards he

capture the flag. But, wouldn't the game end much quicker if he just killed his only

long brownish-red tongue covered in bumps and sinkholes. It

of habit, the tip of his tongue swung past

I can

his head whipping around in the direction he had sensed

realization shocked him to the point that he hardly

end, Zyllee was still a veteran of the battlefield. While it was clever to use a body to cover an attack, it was also inevitable that said attack would be slowed after passing through such an obstacle. This gave Zyllee plenty of

along the ground before propping himself up on

Unfortunately…

BANG!

corpse exploded. A ran of metallic shrapnel

attack was finished the moment the corpse fell and didn't even bother to move away from it. Little did he know that the corpse that fell by his feet would be

by shrapnel,

swam. He could already feel his consciousness slipping away as

never even got the chance to hit the

have at least… checked if

he had been hurt by the initial strike, it hadn't been to the point of dying so soon.