Dimensional Descent

Leonel didn't know how to react to this immediately. He even assumed that his grandfather had screwed him over for a moment, before he tossed that train of thought away. Unless Emperor Fawkes had stolen his progress, what good did it do him to harm Leonel in this way?

It was possible that he wanted to use Leonel as a scapegoat, but that was such a stupid idea that Leonel couldn't even quite take it seriously. He refused to believe that there was anyone in his lineage that stupid. Least of all his grandfather who had a decent opinion of.

Plus, even with his original power, even he wouldn't say with 100% certainty that this selection event would be a breeze. He had met those geniuses of the other Incomplete Worlds during his Spear Domain trial, and they were all so powerful even though they couldn't use their various Race-related abilities.

And those were just the Spear Domain geniuses. What about the other Domain Ring geniuses? Or what about the geniuses that didn't rely on the Domain Rings at all?

They definitely weren't to be underestimated, which was why Leonel had wanted to have time to prepare, and yet he hadn't been given that grace at all!

'Damned old man.'

In addition, if the seal on him had been undone, how could he be weaker? His speed of thought was so much faster as well and he felt that everything was still in the palm of his hands.

'Maybe I should deal with this situation first...'

Leonel looked toward the attacks coming toward him and shook his head. These people were weak, pathetically so.

He understood, though. Even if there were some of the Incomplete Worlds that would be absolute monsters, the law of averages still applied. For there to be a few monsters, there would have to be quite a number of garbage dumps for wider Existence to have the poor opinions of Incomplete Worlds that they did.

that the vast majority of those thrown into this life-death battle would be like the weaklings of

they had attacked him so boldly was because they sensed that he was only in the

out a finger, ready to blast a hole through them all with a strand

some sort of point system? I wouldn't even know about such rules because of that damned old man. Maybe I should keep one

attack and then

'Son of-'

BANG!

the attacks on

...

All of you

appeared above his head before

had all gained somewhat of an understanding of each other's attack strength, and no one was

had been right, there was indeed a point system that tallied kills, and just now, above the head of the one that had just barked out these orders, a young man with horns that ran from his nose to the very top of his head and back down

of

to mention the kill count of the one you had slaughtered, except for those so-called "Seeded Participants". But the true boon

Gods that had sent them here had the ability to

were killed, their strength was turned into motes of light and those motes of light would, in turn, strengthen the