Dimensional Descent

Leonel's cold and calculating eyes watched as this golden fist bore down on him.

As though it was still being constantly fueled by the energies of the world, it continued to expand in size. From matching Alexandre's fist, it was soon larger than even Leonel's body, wanting to crush him into minced meat.

Leonel didn't seem to realize that this fist was meant for him. He remained unmoving, his spear being held between his fingers and thumb as though it was as light as a feather.

In his mind, thoughts of Normand continued to surface… The pain of the commoners, the nightmare of the nobles… All the pains and atrocities this man had committed in the name of maintaining his power and strength.

Leonl found that there were too many people like this in the world. It was just that not all of them had the power Alexandre had.

It was as though a cancer had been brewing in the Dimensional Verse for millennia, but not a single person had been able to do a thing about it.

Those that were at the bottom simply suffered in silence. Those at the top perpetuated it to hold onto their power. Those that managed to raise up from the former and enter the ranks of the latter believed that their hard work gave them the right to do as they pleased.

Maybe the third group of people was the worst. They had perspectives on both sides, and yet they chose to maintain the status quo, saying garbage like those at the bottom should just work harder as though they had a monopoly on what it meant to put in effort.

Such people completely forgot about what help they might have received, what luck they might have stumbled into, what aid someone else had given them… Once they succeeded, nothing else mattered to them than to make sure others knew they reached their goals while you didn't because you didn't work hard enough.

And then there was this Alexandre. He was already at the top of this world, but Leonel could see the ambition in his eye. It couldn't have been more obvious.

This 'king' had already been lucky, being born into royalty in the first place. Now whatever card he had up his sleeve that made him so confident that he could face the whole of the Dimensional Verse… Do you think that he felt he was lucky to stumble into such an opportunity too?

No. He probably thought that he was destined for such a fate. That it was his 'hard work' that put him in position to benefit from such a boon. That he 'deserved' it.

to the very pits of his

another's? Wasn't it obvious that he was worth more? Just look at his talent, just look at his strength… Him dying wasn't the same

never how Leonel

talent give him more worth

who could catch such a man's eye. He was lucky to have a grandmother from a Sixth Dimensional family,

had he done to deserve any of this? He won a lottery.

earned anything. And, neither did

trash with an overinflated sense of worth, all because they were born with a

Leonel hated them all.

the past, he hadn't been able to put his thoughts together so clearly, to understand what it is that sickened him so much with such

it would be reliant on those at the bottom to rise up. It would require those who understood the plight of those

right here and now. In this world. Leonel chose to

Leonel's spear. Its presence alone made space quake, the fabric of reality threatening

his arm

silence reigned, Alexandre's roar coming

the air, splintering the massive golden fist in two as though it

forward, his body vanishing only

speed. The greatest strength. The greatest

small world view. Leonel would show him the view of a person far luckier than he was…

"Die." Leonel said coldly.

still believing in his barrier. But,

it had already crossed Alexandre's defenses, appearing above his

the blade had already cut into the traps of his shoulders, slicing his body across