Dimensional Descent

The laughter held a madness that could only fill one with a sense of apprehension in fear. It was the kind of laughter that came from a man who had lost his mind, the kind only one who had stepped over their breaking point could produce.

The two halves of Alexandre's body began to stitch itself back together.

As though it was a mere surface stitching, as he tried to rise up, his body threatened to fall apart again. However, slowly but surely, the connection became steadier and stronger. By the time Alexandre had risen to his feet, the stitching began to mend itself, disappearing beneath healthy, healed skin.

In the skies, Leonel watched on with narrowed eyes. He was trying to understand if he had made a mistake or not. Where had he gone wrong? What exactly was this ability? Where did it come from?

Was this another ability of World Force? Did Alexandre's Apex Title give him superior healing? Now that Leonel thought about it, he had already injured Alexandre once before in this battle. And, though it had been an exceptionally shallow wound, it had also healed very quickly… Or, could it possibly be something else entirely? Something he had no idea about?

At this moment, the inconvenience of the dictionary shone through.

He was certain that his father had done it on purpose. He didn't believe for a moment that his father didn't have the skill to make the dictionary more convenient to use. Even the people of Earth could make microchips the size of a single cell, let alone what his father would be capable of.

Leonel could feel a great and suffocating aura coming from Alexandre. At that moment, he didn't dare to take out the dictionary. He primed his entire body to be prepared for battle and could only think about this himself.

Leonel's jaw set as Alexandre's manic laughter only grew more pompous.

Nothing about Alexandre's actions made sense. If he had such power, why is it that he would allow things to reach this point? If he didn't have such power and this was nothing more than a façade, why was he wasting time laughing like this?

having fallen into madness, but why did Leonel feel a cold, murderous and calculating intent constantly locked

Leonel saw Alexandre's eyes. With a single look, he understood where this feeling

of it seemed to reach his eyes. His irises were drenched in a cold fury as though his laughter was out of humiliation

that Alexandre's aura shattered and reformed itself. His entire

constricted. 'Fifth

Quasi Bronze Zone, how could

much research, too much due diligence in the past two years to have possibly missed an outside influence. He would have

have had to take some sort of action in order to cause this Zone to evolve, but where had this action been taken? Leonel hadn't sensed any outside Forces,

a Variant Zone. The fact that Leonel had had to slave away for two years and still hadn't seen any sort of reward yet was

variables had piled up to the point things reached this level of unpredictability? Was it even possible for him to

any longer, he found

closer, swimming through a see of

barely using his Divine Armor's warped Domain to leave unharmed. However, he instantly felt the drain, his

of a Fourth Dimensional existence was one matter. But, to try to

rose higher into the skies and made some distance between them. He seemed quite shocked that