Dimensional Descent

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[Just two chapters today, but I will upload three on Saturday]

Earth's territory had been in shambles for a long while, only for news of its sudden stabilization to spread like wildfire. No one had ever expected that the return of a Sixth Dimensional prince would cause such commotion.

When Noah heard the news, he could only smile somewhat bitterly. He had been back home for a long while already, but he had been entirely focused on increasing his own strength.

He didn't believe that he was powerful enough to force Earth's territory into submission, so he had been trying his best to quickly reach that point.

However, Leonel seemed to have flipped that notion on his head. When Noah last saw him, he was only at Tier 1, and yet he had already wiped out the four families. Now he was at Tier

3 and in just a few months had forced the Thrusting Skies Sector to bend the knee and forced the Viola family out. If Noah knew that Leonel was also responsible for the destruction of the Chaotic Water Sector as well, he might very well have to drink his sorrows away.

He could still remember seeing Leonel that day. Despite having already stepped foot into the Seventh Dimension himself, he had still felt small. Maybe he really was too bogged down by tradition and doing things the right way. Leonel didn't seem to care about what made sense in the eyes of others, he simply acted to crush those who would deem to stand in his way.

being captured as a slave by the people of that Zone. If not for Leonel,

seen Myghell even once, it was impossible to tell where he had gone considering the vastness of

felt

feel other than rage. They had been booted out of Earth's territory, and just when they thought that Earth would suffer for their choice, what actually happened was its stabilization. With the contrast between the

them out to be

even worse than this was that more and more everyday, Cross Elder Avan kept getting the feeling that

expense still echoed

the image of that annoying, smiling brat appeared in

began to avoid him entirely, and things only became worse when

hibernation unique to their race, cutting off his senses from the world and burying his mind. Not only did this make him immune to torture since he couldn't feel anything, it also made probing and reading his mind nigh impossible due to the complex maze that

fact that '""Graros" could only rely on another member of his race to wake him up as he couldn't

just a week, he went through three of them, each one worth tens of times the yearly revenue of a powerful Sixth Dimensional

knew they were next were all frustrated. They had thought that they could just sit on the sidelines and reap the benefits when

leadership was suffocating, and the most shocking part was that Earth's core armies never made a single move, still silently improving