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.

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

room of almost a hundred Fifth Dimensional existences, yet none of them could seem to stop a single

you only had to worry about yourself. The larger of a group you were in, the less likely you would be

because an ability was often a trump card to change the tides of battle, but also because it was too difficult to ensure the avoidance of friendly

hell out

fed up. Leonel had already crossed halfway through the lobby

sort of stain wasn't one any of them were willing to take

violent Force lock onto

ceiling,

who surrounded the man scattered, their expressions warping as though they were looking

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

wasn't in the flame, but rather the

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

of such a devastating attack, Leonel's gaze remained placid,

"Die!"

into the sea

region, even blasting a hole into the staircase Leonel had come from before

hell

You think I want a brat slipping away right from under out noses to be on my resume!? Over my

thank me later, son

here to make a profit but were suddenly tasked with this. This was the main reason they hadn't used their abilities, they weren't even

this was better than nothing. At least it