Dimensional Descent

The deaths came in a single, world-ending tidal wave. In one moment, the battlefield was flooded with sounds of battle, and in the next, it was like a god had descended from above, snapping his fingers and ending it all in an instant.

"If you want to challenge the Morales, I would advise you to bring the best you have."

Gravity warped and flexed, several Tier 1 Starships appearing on the horizon. In fact, several wasn't enough to describe it, there was easily a fleet of hundreds. The number was more than Leonel thought possible.

Tier 2 Starships already took up a great amount of resources. The wealth required couldn't even be counted in terms of normal numbers, and rather had to be assessed with the revenue of capital cities instead. But even then, what was required to form Tier 1 Starships was orders of magnitude beyond.

According to Leonel's calculations, the Human Domain shouldn't only be capable of producing two dozen Tier 1 Starships. This number was almost ten times that.

Leonel's lip curled. The only explanation was that the Omann family hadn't just improved the design of Tier 2 Starships, they had made a huge stride in improving Tier 1 Starships as well.

This wasn't surprising to Leonel, it was within his expectations at odds about about 60%. Why would a family like the Omann family waste their best trump card on the Heir Wars unless they had a trump card that was even better? The only reason he hadn't assigned an even higher probability was because it was potentially true that the Omann's had found his death to be a worthy exchange. He was the link between the only two Eighth Dimensional worlds of the Human Domain, after all.

But even so, this was a bit outside of his expectations. This meant that the breakthroughs of the Omanns on the Crafting front were beyond what he had thought of them.

He still believed himself to be the best Crafter of this Incomplete World, but compared to the Omanns had had spent too little time at that level. Just months ago, he didn't have the capability of improving the Tier 2 Starships like Cynthia had, he had to rely on his enlightened self to do so. Improving Tier 1 Starships was even further beyond him.

Even so, he didn't change his plans. His clones vanished in a blink and he clasped his hands behind his back, standing before the strength and power of the whole Human Domain.

take a deep breath through his nose. The feelings within him were complex, not because he feared losing, not because he was worried about the outcome, but because of how far he had come, and yet how far he still felt that he had

remember being 17 years old as though it was just yesterday. So much had happened since he was thrust into that

drive. He never really felt the need to find what his drive might be either. And yet, he never really felt the emptiness that should

led to a pit of darkness that even the people with the greatest opinions of themselves couldn't easily

free of those chains that had bound him for so long, he really wanted to think about it. What drove him? What did he want to get up every day and do? Now that he could truly know what

smiled, his eyes

Blackstar the only infant

mental state had probably stagnated at 17 years old as that was the day Earth left the

his strength, he could easily live for hundreds of years. So how old could he even really be

that maybe he deserved to be

aimless, not in the same sense as before. Instead, he was looking, searching with an open mind and all the potential in

as well

never wanted to be a quarterback

echoed in his mind. They had been

wanted to be a quarterback. All his life, his next step had been chosen by others. Whether it was the Genetic Assessment of Earth, his future self, his terrible grandmother, even his father

step had been chosen for him or

could sense it, the looming