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?

feet. His aura was quite imposing, and it was almost too easy for Leonel to forget, most because he didn't

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

he understood his personality 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 having children was

an enemy or not, Leonel

wanted to see more of the world, and

King might be dead,

they had 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

trusted? Good enough, he would just make it

get what was coming to her. It might not be in a year, it might not even be in ten, or a hundred, but one day he would look down with that same, sick, twisted

grandfather was standing right before

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

tapped Leonel's forehead before he could react and a bomb

went entirely

bubble. Outside the bubble, there was nothing but a vast

'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 cells, he could

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

and he was wearing the same clothing. His finger still had Anastasia on it, at least, which was the first sign of good news. But even so,

'Hm?'