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.

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

They liked their

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

"Yes, your—!"

words got stuck in his throat. 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 would be finished.

that he calmed down, but even then a cold

waved a hand and an unassuming Myghell

retreated, their

guess that's my

to his feet, strolling toward the center arena. His mother happened to be half way down his path and she couldn't

her son for wearing nothing but sweatpants 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 those in attendance

careful' or 'protect yourself'. It seemed that for this matter, she was quite confident in her son even if

"Off you go."

was about to walk past his mother, he found another silhouette behind her. He realized right then that his mother was actually an accomplice, there

Leonel had seen

blue and a white cloth wrapped tightly around her waist. Her slender shoulders glistened with a healthy tan and Leonel didn't dare to let his gaze linger along her collarbone for too long out of fear for