Dimensional Descent

The third day of the Selection finally came and the ambience of the arena was still quite weird and only became more so after Leonel and the people of Earth came.

It seemed the fan clubs were still greatly invested into what was happening because almost the instant Leonel showed his face, a parade of boos rang down from above. It was so deafening that the arena quaked beneath it.

Leonel rubbed his nose when he saw that he was receiving such reception. There really wasn't much he could do about it. His own fan club had gone up in smoke. Or, rather, they had practically been beaten into submission, then split between the fan clubs that remained. It was a hard world out there for standoms and their celebrity heroes.

"Man, look at that, Cap. They hate you. Never thought I'd see the day." Raj laughed.

Leonel looked over toward Raj and shook his head. True to his word, the man had really gotten a shirt printed out. Leonel didn't even know how he had managed it, but Joel's dark expression spoke volumes. The man was even more quiet than usual.

"This actually isn't the first time I've been boo'd like this."

"Really?"

"Really. I participated in a tournament for the Slayer Legion a few years ago and they hated my guts."

Before Leonel could explain more, a strong aura descended from the skies. It was so unexpected that a hushed silence fell over the arena as the all watched a Goddess descend from above.

Orinik and Ganor were in shock. They had just been about to start the proceedings but hadn't expected this at all.

dared to observe this woman for too long, not to mention the fact that she herself was a demoness they couldn't match up to

put… They liked their lives

the Selections will be directed by me. There will only be one battle between my son and an

"Yes, your—!"

Her son? Who was her son? Was it someone who hadn't participated

couldn't' be a coincidence. Her husband was… And

'Son of a bitch.'

fainted. He hoped to god that Alienor couldn't read his mind or else he

Orinik remembered that they were in the same Dimension that he calmed down, but even then a cold sweat had already almost drenched him out

Orinik and the others any mind. She waved a hand

retreated, their

I guess

toward the center arena. His mother happened to be half way down his path and she couldn't seem to control herself as she stopped

knowing that it would likely be ruined quite quickly. Though she wanted to reprimand her son for wearing nothing but sweatpants and a shirt to battle without the slightest hint of an armor

that for this matter, she was quite confident in her son even if the entirety of the Luxnix

"Off you go."

that his mother was actually an accomplice, there was no way he wouldn't have

before him with an expression neither too cold nor too warm. It had been a very long time since Leonel had seen her wear a dress and even given

Leonel didn't dare to let his gaze linger along her collarbone for too long out of fear for how much further down it might go.