Dimensional Descent

Leonel looked like an artillery unit, if artillery units came with one arm and humanoid forms, that is.

His entire body was strapped in countless daggers and needles. Just a cursory glance put the numbers well into the hundreds. They wrapped around his torso, his groin, his thighs, his calves, his ankles, even his neck! The only part of him that wasn't swamped was his left arm.

As though this wasn't enough, ten enormous javelin containers crashed into the ground, each easily over three meters tall and the javelins within them being even taller.

This was enough to make the crowd raise an eyebrow, but it was like Leonel wasn't satisfied with making a fool of himself only this much.

On the ground around him, several round shields lay.

"Is the Littlest Nova of the Morales family a tortoise or something?"

The individual who spoke was a prominent member of the sword factions, clearly uncaring about offending the Morales family. Plus, with Velasco gone, what did he have to fear?

A sputtering of laughter followed his comments. No matter how you looked at it, Leonel feared for his life so much that he had drowned himself in weapons he wouldn't even be able to use to their fullest potential.

Cross referencing his current appearance with all of the most successful individuals of the past, then seeing how each of Aina and Amery only had a single weapon each, it only made him look all the more pathetic.

Amery wielded a single wooden sword, just like he always did.

Ain wielded a single battle ax with a polearm taller than even her own body.

None of them even bothered to wear any armor. But then there was Leonel who would have probably drowned his face in weapons if he got the chance to do so.

"You've missed the big picture, Olfin."

"Oh? Enlighten me."

He's so flustered he can't even tell the difference between a spear and javelin. Tell me, you think he thinks the more spears he

laughter of the sword faction bordered on exaggerated. It was as though they were venting all the stifling frustration Velasco had left them with. In just these few hours alone, the head butting between

doing. What did a Morales need so many daggers

in the air. A true

him, he's already a lost cause. Look at him, he hasn't even opened his eyes yet and the simulation

to ring, but in the skies, Cornelius stood with his arms crossed. His mind flashed

bit confused. What was Leonel

…

closed, his mind entering a state of

this Dream World, a perfect replica of his current state reflected in his mind. Then,

building a new Dreamscape

effective range, hardness, sharpness, even how well they accepted the flow of Force, everything was

in two. At the very same instant, whether by coincidence or not, the growing peanut

of deep

arm was useless. Today, he'd be sure

stepped on the shield before him. It was

and a half wide and three meters tall. It had an intricate design and Force Art on its face, but it was ultimately just a Fourth Dimensional

he chose them.

shield, it rose high into

the same time, the round shields scattered around him shot forward, scooping up the ten

the

yet had speed

and claws that shimmered with silvery, starry lights. Even the smallest among them

…

horde on the