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.

of them 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 a single finger of, she was also a Sector Ranked disciple and had a husband whose name sent shockwaves through the Human

put… They liked their lives

third day of the Selections will be directed by me. There will only be one

"Yes, your—!"

his words got stuck in his throat. Her son? Who was her son?

couldn't' be a

'Son of a bitch.'

Alienor couldn't read his mind or else he would be finished. He swore it was a reflexive

calmed down, but even then a

and the others any mind. She waved a hand and an unassuming Myghell suddenly found himself on

retreated,

I guess

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

and a shirt to battle without the slightest hint of an armor in sight, she shook her head and smiled instead, forcing the hearts of all

'be careful' or 'protect yourself'. It seemed that for this matter, she

"Off you go."

actually an accomplice, there was no way he wouldn't have sensed such a thing otherwise, but it was already too

Leonel had seen her wear a

for too long out of fear for how much further down it might go. And yet, when he instead chose to look up and follow her slender,