Dimensional Descent

Leonel took a seat at the edge as though he couldn't sense anything around him.

As expected, the abyss had wrapped all the way around the city. As for why, Leonel felt that he had a small understanding now after listening to Mistress Oliidark.

This city was placed here to protect what Leonel assumed was the world at large. As for what it was protecting the world from, it was down there, in the abyss.

Leonel assumed that all of the cities were probably like this, protecting some sort of abyss from something. This sort of environment would also explain why everyone was always so high strung and focused on power. They were, quite literally, on a battlefield.

Mistress Oliidark's exact words just a few minutes ago were.

"My Trith City has been protected by my Oliidark family for centuries. If you want guanrantees, fine, I'll give them to you. But, you won't receive them for nothing. Since you want to make this an equal exchange, we can do so.

"Everything you do will be done based on merits. You will be constantly monitored and your performance will dictate how much you receive.

"However, if you want to unlock these options, you'll have to bring me back the head of a Six Star Demon. If you can't do that, you're not worth investing in."

From these words, Leonel had made his deductions, and now he was sitting at the edge of the abyss. There were several people around him giving him odd looks, but they didn't say anything more and went about their business.

but they also had chains dangling down.

them had lost an arm, and yet he was helping another who had

something. It was clear

quite a number of teams that didn't have expressions that were nearly as happy. It was either they had lost someone precious

by observing this alone, Leonel was sure that there were huge

was a gathering of geniuses, the best humanity had to offer.

understand Mistress Oliidark's forcefulness. With such pressure constantly weighing down on you, how could you always worry about doing what was morally upright? Leonel himself had been grappling with this problem ever since

Or so it seemed.

still very tender. His passive healing factor had done quite some work, but it

family to know he had a trump card. If he could help it, he

he just didn't know how. So, he had

battlefield, who knew if he would need to use within the next 24 hours? It would be foolish

eventually shook his head. Freezing his collarbone now would actually make him heal more slowly. So, since he was about 20% healed, he might as

was still manageable to use

around him only seemed

had experienced before came back, trying to lull his mind into an

he had fallen for, he was so focused on not losing his mind that his sense of time distorted. There was an odd coercive Force in this place