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.

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

moment, the trio finally rose to their

Middle Class couldn't help but gawk when they

actually manifest their

with red lightning, another with blue and the last with violet. They all had their own Force Stars, and with their

Leonel with their minds

inch as they approached. He continued to kill demons in large hoards, his Bow Force seemingly endless and relentless

in one hand, his right palm flipping over

flashed, his foot took a strong step forward as he

light streaking across the skies and

of violet lightning forming around his fist until he had suddenly forward an enormous violet lance which

he wasn't sent flying backward again, his feet leaving heavy

more, his spear, his powerful actions which easily

shadow appeared to his back. The silhouette was lithe and slender, not to mention explosive and powerful. It was no doubt

Leonel only sidestepped once, his spear vanishing from his hand as his claw shot out. Leonel hardly completed his turn when he felt

he recognized, the young heiress of the Fardan family. But when he looked at her, he didn't seem to feel like she was