Dimensional Descent

[There's an odd situation going on in the comment section of last that claims that I passed off a normal chapter as a bonus chapter yesterday. I'm not sure where this narrative came from, or if it's a joke that's going over my head, but to clarify, I uploaded 4 chapters yesterday, one more than the promised three, that much should be obvious. I'll post screenshots of the discord bot activity with time stamps as proof in the comment section of this chapter]

Orinik's forehead beaded with sweat.

The more Leonel talked about the rules, the more he felt like he had forgotten something. But, no matter how hard he thought, he couldn't come up with a reason why Leonel would sound so confident.

A part of him wanted to believe that Leonel was just a fool, but as he recited the laws basically word for word, the sinking feeling in Orinik's gut only grew heavier and heavier.

"Aina."

"Hm?"

Leonel grinned. "What rank am I?"

Aina blinked, seemingly thinking. But, she eventually shook her head.

"I don't know, the Void Senate hasn't given you a rank yet."

The moment Aina said these words, Orinik's dark skin flushed, his eyes almost rolled to the back of his head. It felt like his heart was about to fly out of his throat.

This wasn't a small problem in the slightest. Not only had he broken the law, it was a law with the harshest of punishments. Killing was prohibited in the Void Palace, but another enormous taboo was negatively influencing the Human Domain.

exploiting the people they had to protect. Even the lightest punishment for such a thing would be dozens of years of hard

Leonel reported this, he was

had to deal with the Gold Standard Faction. Orinik suddenly realized that no matter what he did, he would be suffering this

could see the crowd looking around in confusion. It made him realize

could Leonel allow someone else to take advantage of this

they realized that Leonel had caught onto the latter's weakness even if they wouldn't be privy

you want." Orinik spoke

contract to keep mum about these matters, and you just have to do a few things

some clothes, there's an uncomfortable draft around

lip, trying to refrain from laughing. Did this man even feel the cold to begin with? He had a raging furnace inside

fists clenching tight. But, after a moment, he began drawing up a contract,

Library as a reward for your work done as an envoy and I'll also need 70% of the profit you

man. However, his expression had regained its calm, his hands becoming steadier and steadier

and signed it, accepting all of

them while stripping him of practically everything else. Leonel would have taken more, but

the clothing he owed Leonel and disappeared,

said after Leonel finished

like the fact Orinik had regained his calm so easily. Or, at the

but it was decidedly colder than it had