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?

care as he stood his feet. His aura was quite imposing, and it was almost too easy for Leonel to forget, most because he

him to go to the Dream Pavilion because it would help the old man in whatever endeavor he was trying

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 having children was no more than a means to an

was an enemy or not,

that he wanted to see more of the world, and while he was at it... he would

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

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

Great Families weren't to be trusted? Good enough, he would just make it

Cult, that grandmother of his would get what was coming to her. It might not be in a year, it might not even

down to find that his grandfather was standing right

that his grandfather was actually quite tall, an inch taller than even himself who was already 6'9", and yet he

he could react

mind went entirely

standing in a bubble. Outside the bubble, there was nothing but a vast blackness,

'What the hell happened?'

of time. His Ability Index was sharp, and his comprehension of his body was great. Just by checking the energy levels of his cells,

pretty good guess as well. This place was the selection. The event

it, at least, which was the first sign of good news. But even so, just what had happened? What did that

'Hm?'