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.

at an enemy's feet, slowing their forward progress. Sometimes they would appear beneath or before their swinging arms, delaying their attacks.

some sort of circus act. A room of almost

had long since realized that most abilities were only useful when you only had to worry about yourself. The larger of a group you were in, the less likely you would be

tides of battle, but also because it was too difficult to ensure the avoidance of friendly fire. Unless of

the hell out of my

through the lobby area in what

any

violent

rose toward the ceiling, wreaking havoc

the man scattered, their expressions warping

beam of fire shot toward Leonel, carrying a heat that could melt mountains. Even furniture and art pieces tens of meters away erupted into their

but rather the force behind it. Even if he could survive the flame, he would still

that harm him, but it would also undo all his progress not to

a devastating attack, Leonel's gaze remained placid, his steps not

"Die!"

into the

region, even blasting a hole into the staircase Leonel had come from before being stone walled by the outer

What the hell are

want a brat slipping away right from under out noses to

up his corpse and thank me later, son of

make a profit but were suddenly tasked with this. This was the

felt this was better than nothing.