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.

scary." Leonel rolled his

had spent every day of almost 18 years with his father, he had already built up enough immunity to this stuff and he had his own bag of tricks

his eyes, it just wasn't something he did. But, it just felt quite easy to be childish around his dad,

suddenly became a smile, a devious sort

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

'Oh boy…'

through the reception, they entered what felt

the floors, walls and ceiling. They were all matte black and were somewhat soft and warm

the room, there was a kneeling

Leonel followed, the door closing after them. Turning back, Leonel

this place, but somehow there was still just

kneeled as well. He thought of finding a place for her to sleep more comfortably. But, she ended up rolling in her sleep

just looking at the items

chauvinist probably didn't leave you

his head. His dad really hadn't left him anything obvious, but wasn't the Spear Domain ring

me. It's helped me with

Domain was probably the best trainer of the spear in all of existence, filled with tens of thousands

an enraged light for a moment, but it

he likely did with your Crafting training. That chauvinist is arrogant, he thinks he's above even the Spear Domain.

probably right. His

he'd teach him a lesson if he dared awaken his Spear Domain

he left me a Crafting training program, but nothing about the

his head, clearly expecting

Spear Force yet. If you can't grasp it before entering the Sixth Dimension,

really didn't know what to do about this uncle-father pair