Dimensional Descent

He had decided to return. As far as he was concerned, whether he had this form or not, even if he forgot everything about entering it, it wouldn't make a difference. One way or another, these people would pay in blood, and that was especially so for the Spirituals. But before that, there were several of the Human Domain that he would make suffer for their inaction.

The only difference to him was a matter of time. Using this form would take much less effort, but there was no one in this world a match for him given time. They would all suffer one way or another.

When he made this decision, Leonel shifted his attention. He moved from thoughts of violence to thoughts of how to maximize his time in this form. Of course, his greatest reliance was his mind.

The first thing he did was analyze this new Lineage Factor. His Lineage Factor had undergone two changes since he last entered this form. The first was his fusion of it with the Silver Empire's portions, and the second was the Constellation event.

'I see. There's two main changes, and probably several dozen mid-level changes. Let's focus on...'

Leonel pressed a hand to his chest and closed. He drew five deep lines across his chest, but quickly, out of the center of his chest, three kernels of light appeared. Without much thought, Leonel squeezed a hand and shattered them.

These three were none other than his three Divine Armors. It was a shame; he didn't even get the chance to use his third, outside of the massacre of the Omann family, but it didn't matter much to him. In his eyes, these products were far too inferior. He could make them thousands of times better, but what he could do now was worthless.

suppressed self to comprehend, or else it would be all useless. After not even a split moment of thought, his hand began to draw in the skies and three blueprints formed one after another.

looked closely at these blueprints, it would be possible to see that the armor wasn't the only part present. In fact... it wasn't just one extra part either. There was not

hand and the

were sharp would be able to see that it was actually a Starship, but it wasn't just any Starship; it was one based on the creation of the

created a fleet of these Starships. Obviously, when things were said and done, those Starships would be his own to

like killing two birds with a single stone. It would inform his suppressed self about all the obvious deficiencies that could be taken advantage of, while also strengthening himself a great deal the

than a few seconds to

of his hips, right over his flaming kidneys. With a thought, they were suppressed and sealed. Soon, the flames flickered out, and they returned to their

was keeping the level of his suppressed self in mind, he didn't need a lot of time to do things to a standard that his suppressed self would understand. These things were

Glabella. Within, the glorious Mage Core stood tall and proud, almost entirely unused by his suppressed self. It was astonishing how dense he could be sometimes, but there wasn't much he could do about it. Instead, he turned toward his Ten Stars

began to tremble and quake, solidifying and becoming purer

minimal number of runes, began to quickly catch up

a stop. If he did too much, it would have the reverse effect. This was at a level his suppressed self could easily comprehend, thus making

attention to his body