Dimensional Descent

Chapter 941 - Status

Leonel took a look around and sighed. If those auras could kill, he probably would have exploded several times over by now.

He didn't believe that Anya's disappearance was a coincidence. But, he also didn't think that she was involved in this. It was likely more accurate to say that whoever was moving in on him now had been waiting for exactly this moment. It seemed that his protective charm was gone now.

'They're not moving?'

Leonel's brows raised slightly. After locking onto him, these hostile auras didn't seem intent on moving in on him just yet. It was as though…

'They don't think I can sense them?'

Leonel suddenly realized something. He described this sweeping feeling as 'auras', but the truth was that they were just strands of Internal Sight. This was clearly different from an 'aura', so why was it that he felt that this was an appropriate description? Beyond that, how could he tell they were hostile?

'King's Might.'

and mental states of those around him, that he had were all related to this Lineage Factor. Whether it was his creation of new Mage Arts or a comprehension of a person's mental state all they way up to even being able to

unable to

were targeting him right now likely believed that his control was far greater than his raw Internal Sight. They believed that even if they couldn't match him

to be cautious about acting on the Guild's grounds and were likely waiting for him to step

dare to be so brazen. I would dare to assume that over half of their profit is reliant on Force Crafters and Force Pill Crafters. Offending someone who just became a Tier 3 Bronze Crafter isn't something they would dare to do, at

finally caught up to me, huh? Well, they sure chose a

targeting him, he wouldn't have minded sweeping

Those who were currently monitoring him would never guess that in just

this, maybe

he stepped toward the exit of the treasure house. His face didn't seem to give anything away.

out of the Guild House, he was greeted by the fresh scent of this world once again. Long stretches of green grass, perfectly paved roads, little pockets of exotic flowers and

this point, he had even removed his shirt, revealing an exceptionally cut body that pulsed with

the current Leonel, wearing clothing into battle was just asking for them to be destroyed.

an odd state. Leonel allowed his King's Might to be the lens he saw the world through. It gave him the feeling of someone riding an emotional high, completely in tune with the world surrounding

the alarms