Dimensional Descent

Leonel looked up into the skies and sneered. They had some nerve calling themselves Gods, but he guessed that this made sense. Their goal would be to subdue the powerhouses that came out. Unless they formed an image that would demand absolute obedience, they'd have to expend too much effort keeping them in line.

This is what those Four Great Families did best. They hid the truth, making them seem infallible when in reality, they were weak.

They had done it with the ranking system of the Demons. Leonel wouldn't even be surprised if all the demons he and Aina had come across in that world weren't even worth ranking to the true Demon Empires of greater Existence.

They had done with Force Manipulation, not wanting talents to rise up and question their rule or their methods. Force Manipulation was the way those without talent could rise up in the world and form methods of power for themselves. Keeping such methods hidden away was sinister beyond compare.

They had done so with the various Lineage Factor tablets. If not for Leonel's bloodline, how could he have ever gotten his hands on the Emperor's Might tablet?

He did, though, get a small bit of satisfaction wondering how they had reacted to this sudden change. They had probably panicked when they learned that he had taken the tablet.

But that wasn't something that he had to worry about for now. He knew how shameless those Four Great Families could be and he understood their methods quite well. It was probably because of their methods that they were in this situation to begin with.

If they hadn't suppressed their populations for so long and with such great effort, would they need to rely on the breakthroughs of geniuses of Incomplete Worlds to help them out of their predicaments?

But those fools probably didn't even see the error of their ways, and if they managed to survive this, they probably never would.

"So, old man, you've finally decided to call and explain things to me?"

Emperor Fawkes looked down from the skies, his expression just the same as always. His eyes carried a hint of a confident smile and he seemed unbothered by any and all things.

endearing term. So you

words didn't seem like they were exchanged between a grandson and grandfather at all, but

you? I thought about it. But

you know I could shatter your existence with

that, it wouldn't matter. If I had the intent to kill you,

You're not the only intelligent being in all of existence. Don't mistake these rabble you've been playing around with and anyone worthy of

brows raised before they

her? Mother should have killed her

into an

die. Unfortunately for

If he could resurrect Seventh Dimensional existences of this world with impunity, then he was sure that someone could do the same with someone of the Eighth, especially if

Fawkes, though, shook his

you've misunderstood. Her resurrection wasn't at the hands of anyone. She simply returned because Existence

but Emperor Fawkes only smiled as though

arrogant as you usually are, you'll suffer another loss. She might not necessarily

"Interesting."

smiled. "You're no

that left Emperor Fawkes a bit helpless. Whether it was that son-in-law of his or this grandson of his, they were both so

then again, wasn't he the

as your grandfather I should tell you some things. You've met the Pluto Race,

"I have." Leonel nodded.