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.

would appear beneath or before their swinging arms, delaying their attacks. And sometimes they would even appear

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

when you only had to worry about yourself. The larger of a group

often a trump card to change the tides of battle, but also because it was too difficult to ensure the avoidance of friendly fire. Unless of course… You didn't care about

the hell out of

came from a man who was fed up. Leonel had already crossed halfway through the lobby area in what felt like an instant. To say that it

one any of them were willing to

a violent Force

rose toward the ceiling, wreaking havoc everywhere it

man scattered, their expressions warping as though

that could melt mountains. Even furniture and art pieces tens of meters away erupted

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

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

devastating attack, Leonel's gaze remained placid, his

"Die!"

into the

staircase Leonel had come from

hell are you

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

thank me later, son of a

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 familiar with working with each other like

felt this was better