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?

to forget, most because he didn't feel any of its pressure. He had no doubt that his grandfather

Pavilion because it would help the old man in whatever endeavor he was

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

whether that meant his grandfather was an enemy or not, Leonel didn't really know.

tall ceilings of the palace. He guessed that he wanted to see more of the world, and while he was at it... he would conveniently destroy all those that had forced the hand of his

King might be dead, but he

"greater good", how many sacrifices they had

he would just

coming to her. It might not be in a year, it might not even be in ten, or a hundred, but

find that his grandfather was standing right before

actually quite tall, an inch taller than even himself who was already

forehead before he could react and

mind went

found himself standing in a bubble. Outside the bubble, there was nothing but a vast blackness, until there wasn't. One after another, more bubbles began to appear, each one with

'What the hell happened?'

felt that he had lost several hours of time. His Ability Index was sharp, and his comprehension of his body was great. Just by checking the energy levels of his

for where he was, he thought he had a pretty good guess as well. This place was the selection. The

His finger still had Anastasia on it, at least, which was the first sign of good news. But even

'Hm?'