Dimensional Descent

Leonel's eyes narrowed as he drew his bowstring back again. He didn't feel threatened. He could take these people out with just a bit more effort than he took out the Middle Class demons. The problem was that he knew he was being monitored and if he slaughtered all the geniuses of these organizations and families, leaving this place would be difficult.

Leonel had already learned enough about these sorts of words to know that fairness and logic was only a thing you could demand when you had powerful enough backing.

Back in the Milky Way, no one knew what kind of backing he had, so he faced trouble everywhere he went. The Luxnix family had underestimated the kind of power his father held, so he had suffered at their hands as a baby. It wasn't until he reached the Void Palace where everyone knew who he was that he received the treatment someone of his stature should.

Now he was in a completely different world, one that had never heard of the Morales name and seemed even more powerful than the world he knew even if they somehow had. These individuals weren't people he could afford to lightly offend without worrying about the consequences.

'… Consider yourselves lucky,' Leonel thought to himself.

His back tightened again, his bowstring being pulled taut only to release another flurry of arrows.

Leonel knew that it wasn't just about the Top Prize. Most of these people knew that they couldn't get it.

The first issue was fear of the Lightning Lance Pavilion trio. These people were even more familiar with this world than Leonel was, so they likely knew that there were such people hidden in the shadows, breaking the rules.

The second was Leonel's point. Getting 10% was one matter, but the point total that would entail was beyond their wildest imaginations. In just a few moments, Leonel had already shot up to first place and the gap he was putting between himself and everyone else only seemed to be increasing by leaps and bounds.

toward Leonel along with demons. Demons, especially in the Middle Class, already had intelligence of their own. They could

the trio finally

appeared. The geniuses of the Middle Class

manifest

with blue and the last with violet. They all had their own Force Stars, and with their appearances, their strength shot to another

forward, coming for Leonel with their minds on a

in large hoards, his Bow Force seemingly endless and relentless as the crimson in his irises smoldered with a hidden

his bow in one hand, his right palm flipping over to reveal a black

flashed, his foot took a strong step forward as

wind split apart, a dazzling golden light streaking across the skies and appeared

fist until he had suddenly forward an enormous

wasn't sent flying backward again, his feet leaving heavy cracks in the

more, his spear, his powerful actions which easily swept across hundreds

was lithe and slender, not to mention explosive and powerful. It was no doubt a woman,

his turn when

hand was clamped around the throat of a young woman he recognized, the young heiress of the Fardan family. But when he looked at her, he didn't seem to feel like she was anything special at all. This young woman was most definitely not used to being stared at in such