Dimensional Descent

Originally, Leonel wanted to avoid the Void Senate because he had a feeling that it was likely that Sceio would have someone to rely on that could make things difficult for him. However, when he caught up to speed with everything that had happened, he was even more assured in the fact he couldn't rely on them.

The fall of the Stalwart Polearm Party, the rise of the sword factions as a result, and his dad… Well, being his dad.

Leonel rubbed his forehead. "This old man is always giving me problems. Can't go one day without ruining things."

If Velasco could hear Leonel now, maybe he would have to smack some sense into his son. It was clearly the other way around, why did this brat suddenly sound so exasperated?

Aina, who had been in a bad mood, couldn't help but giggle.

Much of this information she had just filled Leonel in on were things she had fished out of Vega. The knowledge of a Gold Faction Head was quite invaluable, so though Aina never had any intention of joining Vega's Faction, she still gained herself a large well of information just by listening and asking questions.

She had to find a way to distract herself from the frozen screen that loomed above her head, after all. There was only so much worrying she could do if she didn't even understand exactly what was happening.

It was a good thing that Aina had done this as well, because everything in the Void Palace cost some sort of price. Everything.

Living accommodations, food, water, even information, all had a price tag. There were several information networks in the Void Palace controlled by various families. Just basic information would cost you hundreds of Void Points, let alone something as sensitive as the overturning of a Shared Majority in the Senate.

This saved Leonel a lot of time, though, because now he didn't have to walk around aimlessly.

if you could get over the heavy perpetual fog and the lack of sun at all

buildings of all sorts of shapes and sizes, serving all sorts of different functions strewn around without any sort of real

like a small farm randomly irrigated between what was a butcher shop and a clothing shop that displayed animal furs. There was no order at

like kiosks every block or so. Aina told Leonel that those

be decided by the level of the Zone. This meant at lower level Zones, you could only trade for things of a certain level, barred off

enter them, and there were further special

be entered for free, higher class Zones with better accommodations, and assumingly better city planning than this, all cost Void Points to enter

what

away. "It's the lowest

did I not climb high enough to

didn't really know what happened after he got trapped, so he just assumed what must have happened. He thought that Aina's reaction was to spare

the fact he had failed, but the experience with Amery had already forced him to humble himself a bit. He still didn't like the fact he had

"No, well…"

breath and just

brows jumped when he heard he had climbed to the 74th floor. How was such a thing even possible? There should be something wrong with the tower, right? Maybe

Leonel could think of. There was no way he could output Seventh Dimensional power. If he could, he might

Ah, so it's

Leonel sighed.

her verification as a Galaxy Ranked Disciple while he was in a coma. But,

that the higher ups were still deliberating on what exactly had happened. So, as of now, let alone a