Dimensional Descent

Emperor Fawkes looked toward Leonel deeply, but couldn't quite read anything on his face. This grandson of his used to be an open book, but after just ten years, he was already so closed off and guarded already. Such was the weight of existence.

"Nothing else to ask me?"

Leonel's lips curled. "There's not much to say. My gramps is a useless schmuck who can't even allow me the leisure of being a useless, second generation, nouveau riche, brat. I hope you feel ashamed."

Emperor Fawkes was speechless for a moment before he burst into a fit of laughter.

"Look at this guy, having the time of his life," Leonel shook his head. "At least give me some treasures."

"What treasures could you possibly need? The Emperor's Might Lineage is already with you, that's already the most valuable thing I can give you."

"If you're cheap just say so. Who're you trying to fool?"

"You're not going to con me out of my wealth, brat. If a man can't make his own way, what worth does he have."

"You know, that's not very progressive of you to say, and quite sexist."

"If you had your balls snipped, just say that."

Leonel didn't even know what to say to that. Wasn't this supposed to be a dignified Emperor? Now he was talking about his grandson's balls?

it was almost too easy for Leonel to forget, most because he didn't feel any of its pressure. He had no doubt that his grandfather was quite powerful, at the very least powerful enough to set out what he meant to

the Dream Pavilion because it would help

well enough. He was a ruthless man, one with drive and purpose. There was nothing that could shake his resolve, even that was his very own family. In fact, Leonel had no real certainty, but he was fairly certain that even getting married and

that meant his grandfather was an enemy or not, Leonel didn't really know. At the very least, for now, he

the palace. He guessed that he wanted to see more of the world, and while he was at it... he would conveniently destroy

best chance of him surviving? So what? King might be dead,

done for the "greater good", how many sacrifices they had allowed, how many good people they had allowed to fall, all for the sake of their

Good enough, he would just make it

even be in ten, or a hundred, but one

find that his grandfather was standing right before him, barely

was actually quite tall, an inch taller than even himself who was already 6'9", and yet he didn't

could react and a bomb seemed to

mind went

found himself standing in a bubble. Outside the bubble, there was nothing but a

'What the hell happened?'

Just by checking the energy levels of his cells, he could

pretty good guess as well. This place was the selection. The event had begun already and he

on it, at least, which was the first sign

'Hm?'