Dimensional Descent

Jac's laughter came to a grinding halt when he heard Leonel's words. For a moment, he thought he had heard wrong, but seeing the cold expression on the latter's face, he thought he had been sent to some parallel universe.

A Fourth… No, this brat was actually in the Third Dimension and actually dared to talk to him in this way. It felt like he must have been living in some sort of matrix, or this was possibly some sort of great practical joke. But, where were the cameras?

He was stunned for a good long while, not knowing what to say in the slightest.

It wasn't just him. Even Kaela and the others forgot to breathe. Although they all had a tacit understanding that it was Beinala who had screwed them all over, none of them actually dared to say anything. Even when Kaela was wronged by Beinala for so many years, she hadn't dared to do anything other than leave. But, even that took great courage.

As for Arte? He felt like he was about to faint.

Who knew how arrogant Higher Dimensional Beings were? They practically looked at those within lower states of being like they were ants, and they weren't wrong to. Every Dimension was a great watershed. Even though Leonel had experienced this with his body and mind, he couldn't be truly considered to have.

In the simplest terms, Beinala who was in the Fifth Dimension should have been like a god to them. Yet, Leonel actually dared to say such words.

"… What did you just say?"

"I don't think my words were unclear, Beinala. Others might see your smiling face and feel forced to ignore the atrocities you've committed, but I feel no need to. I don't have to kiss at your feet because in my eyes, what you can provide to me is worthless. My calling you an Elder is nothing more than respect for your being born earlier than I was.

a contracted representative brought over from a Crafting Guild. This only makes your

some accounts to settle with you, I will play along. This is already the

flared. Rage he had been holding

quill in his hand. With swift movements, he removed his Crafter Gloves from his spatial ring and threw them to the ground

Jac looked on stunned.

he would see such a thing here. Memories of years gone by swirled through his mind, his expression twisting to the point it

of gentlemen. The issue was that the Crafting Gloves were meant to represent the blood, sweat and tears of the Crafter. But, the last time Leonel had used these gloves, he had

he didn't deserve this

Beinala suddenly began to laugh. He threw his head back, his amiable smile fading to one of near madness. Who knew

Third Dimension dares

his spatial

room. Without quarter to fight back, Arte fell to his knees, his face smashing against the ground not long after. As for the

causing a subtle flash of light. In the next instant, Jac felt as though his pressure had fallen

was that the BLACKSTAR emblem faded

the rules, Beinala." Leonel's voice coldly

wives were caught off guard. Seeing the badge and gloves on the

faces warped. A Craftsmen Duel? How had