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."

can't even tell the difference between a spear and javelin. Tell me, you think

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 the sword and spear factions was quickly reaching a fever pitch and it only seemed to be getting

Morales need so many daggers and needles for?! And could he really not tell the difference between a

lighter, had smaller heads, and were designed to balance in the air. A true spearman should be

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

the skies, Cornelius stood with his arms crossed. His mind flashed with images he

bit confused.

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closed, his mind

Dream World, a perfect replica of his current state reflected in his mind. Then, one by one, the daggers, needles and knives

to fly about within Leonel's Dream World, building a new Dreamscape in the blink

how well they

the space before them in two. At the very same instant, whether by coincidence or not, the growing peanut gallery surrounding

of deep fog around Leonel

care if his right arm was useless. Today, he'd be sure

before him. It was the only one that didn't

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

them.

into the air, soaring three meters

scooping up the ten javelin containers and raising them

feeling the rumbling of the first

monstrosities that seemed to lumber and yet had speed that could rarely be matched within

Flame Lions. They had manes of flickering black flames and claws that shimmered with silvery, starry lights. Even

…

got a beast horde on the