Dimensional Descent

Leonel's endless barrage of fists suddenly came to a grinding halt, his indifferent gaze flickering.

Unconscious, Noah finally fell heavily to the ground, his breathing short and hurried. Maybe he could consider himself lucky to be in such a state, or it would be impossible to measure the amount of pain he would be in.

At that moment, the roaring white ape finally got an opening to attack, but it seemed to lose its will when Leonel swept a gaze over it. It felt a heavy gravity field envelop it, making its knees tremble.

Leonel frowned, shifting his senses toward Jessica who was still in a state of agitation.

Ignoring everything else, Leonel's palm flipped over to reveal the flat disk-like dictionary.

"Who is my grandfather?"

[ *Ping* ]

The dictionary flickered, causing Leonel's eyes to narrow. It had been a long time since one of his questions caused a recording to appear. Usually, if Leonel didn't want to watch a mechanical version of his father, he had to go back and watch the lessons his old man left on Force Crafting. But, it seemed he wouldn't have to this time.

"Ah, I never expected you to ask this question."

Leonel's father appeared with his usual carefree demeanor, scratching the back of his head. Eventually, he pushed his glasses up and looked forward.

"I know you wouldn't care enough to ask on your own, so it must have been some busybody flapping their gums a bit too much. Ai, what a headache."

felt their knees go weak, any surprise they felt for Leonel being a member of the

who this man was but because… just his projection made them feel as though they were standing in the presence of a wild beast. But, what was

notice the kind of effect he had on others? Just his mere projection was like a strangle hold

wrongdoing, as though it was their fault

strength to stand. Even knowing

projection. He didn't know who this man was, but considering his resemblance to Leonel… was this

Your

be about his

as he was aware, Emperor Fawkes wasn't dead, so this could only mean that his father wasn't talking

his life, so one way or another, he had always assumed they were dead. Like his mother before he had memories of her, he didn't care

saw a flicker

never seen his father become angry. Much of his own personality came from his

emotion other than carefreeness, and that was when he spoke about treating Familiars like

his Metal Spirit well. But, even then, though his father had formed a murderous aura… it

temperature of the surroundings seemed to

grandfather, while also reaching a certain standard of strength. It seems that you haven't just yet, so this is all I

recording flickered and disappeared, leaving Leonel staring coldly at the silver disk in

and brisk, but they already made his already foul

think she had been lying. Though she didn't know what that treasure