Dimensional Descent

Leonel walked toward the direction Montez had gone, his gaze still flickering.

If what the woman implied was true, then his dad and Montez seemed to be at odds. In that case, depending on the reason, maybe the reason Montez was acting weird was because his dad had probably done something to make the situation worse recently.

Leonel wouldn't be surprised. He heard his dad was the reason the tensions between the spear and sword factions had taken such a huge turn recently, accelerating a lot of the issues the two groups had already been having.

"Kid, you're quite slow."

"You're really my uncle?"

Leonel ignored Montez's words and got right to the point.

Montez tilted his head to the side. "You're quite slow, kid. You think I just allow any random riffraff to call me uncle? You have no idea the kind of weight words hold, especially when you've reached my level. You can't just casually allow ties to form between people."

Leonel blinked. Why was he always getting reprimanded by old people, couldn't any of them be normal?

He really didn't know why he hadn't seen it before, honestly. If Montez had acted like this before, he would have been the spitting image of Velasco. Both of them were insufferable, but in a special sort of 'I'm only doing this for your own good', kind of way.

"Alright, now follow me."

Montez ignored Leonel's weird expression and turned away as though this wasn't world shattering news, also something that was identical to his father. Only Velasco would be so casual with such a large piece of information as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"You two really are brothers," Leonel laughed.

Montez's head snapped back, a glare in his eyes.

Leonel rolled

had already built up enough immunity to this stuff and he had his own bag of

slipped back into his role as a child, his heart feeling light. He couldn't even remember the last time he had rolled his eyes, it just wasn't something he did.

glare suddenly became a smile, a devious

first time he saw it, back when that old man put the first cup of that vomit brew right in

'Oh boy…'

tower-like building. After passing through the reception, they entered what felt like an elevator and eventually came to a

meter lined the floors, walls and ceiling. They were

there was a

them. Turning back, Leonel couldn't even see

this place, but somehow

from his back and kneeled as well. He thought of finding a place for her to sleep more comfortably. But, she

anything about this, just

didn't leave you anything about the

moment before shaking his head. His dad really hadn't left him anything obvious, but wasn't

left the Spear Domain with me. It's helped me with

of the spear in all of existence, filled with tens of

an enraged light

arrogant, he thinks he's above even the Spear Domain. If he

was probably right.

that old man had said he'd teach him a lesson if he dared awaken his Spear

Crafting training program,

head, clearly expecting

Dimensional Spear Force yet. If you can't grasp it before entering the Sixth Dimension, I'll take it upon myself to kick you

really didn't know what to do about this