Dimensional Descent

Leonel almost immediately fell to the ground nearly as fast as he had soared, but for some reason to those below, it felt as though he had flown. The image was ingrained into their minds, searing the presence of an existence that would be molded into their very psyches.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

Leonel's Chain Domain appeared again as his palm flipped over. A cascade of illusory and real chains manifested, crisscrossing the room in a sea of endless blackness.

The instant Leonel touched the floor, he shot forward.

The Fifth Dimension? It was a level far beyond him. Even after pushing his Metal Body from Tier 4 to Tier 9, the change wasn't as drastic as he hoped.

Though his body was indeed stronger than it had been in the past, the chain of his true Dimension was like rock sinking him further and further. This weight only became heavier the more he progressed in his mind and body to the point it was suffocating him.

However, Leonel had already decided that the moment he escaped his planet, his destination would be wherever the map Uncle Montez had given him pointed out. It was high time he stepped out from the Third Dimension.

Leonel didn't swing his spear even a single time.

He weaved in and out of a barrage of attacks, his mind seeing through ten, twenty, thirty steps ahead even in the face of so many Fifth Dimensional experts.

This was a completely different situation than the one he had faced with Alexandre. He didn't need to defeat these people. He didn't have to protect anyone. His only obligation was to reach his target destination and keep himself safe. Nothing more, nothing less.

Even the little mink on his head had long since entered his incorporeal form. Even if they wanted to target Little Blackstar, their attacks would just pass right through.

Leonel's chains whipped out.

delaying their

were experiencing some sort of circus act. A room of almost a hundred Fifth Dimensional existences,

were only useful when you only had to worry about yourself. The larger

of battle, but also because it was too

the hell out of my

already crossed halfway through the lobby area in what felt like an instant. To say that it was

one any of them

violent

toward the ceiling,

scattered, their expressions warping as though they

heat that could melt mountains. Even furniture and art pieces tens of meters away erupted into their own blaze, becoming sparkling

the issue with this attack wasn't in the flame, but rather the force behind it. Even if he could survive the flame, he would still be tossed

also undo all his progress not to mention make any further

of such a devastating attack, Leonel's gaze

"Die!"

into the sea of

staircase Leonel had come from

What the hell are you

think I want a brat slipping away right from under out noses to

pick up his corpse and thank

a small number of people enraged by Marcus' course of action. They weren't even guards, they were just miners who had come here to make a profit but were suddenly tasked with this. This was the main reason they hadn't used their abilities, they

better than nothing. At least