Dimensional Descent

Leonel never thought that his father would ask him to do something he had never done. Never mind the fact that his father would never admit to it either. It could only be said that the programming of the AI likely had his father rolling in his grave.

"How am I supposed to do something you couldn't?" Leonel asked speechlessly.

"Who said I couldn't? Couldn't and didn't are too different words, brat. Don't curse me from beyond the grave."

Leonel laughed beside himself. Now that, that was a more typical answer.

"Then why didn't you?" Leonel asked.

"Because I didn't want to deal with the hassle. My foundation was already imperfect because I practiced the Conventional Path to the Seventh Dimension, one more imperfection wasn't going to make or break me."

Leonel frowned. It sounded more like his father had a method that he could have used but chose not to.

Suddenly his eyes widened in understanding.

"I see you get it now. The Constellation of families and that of the self aren't too indifferent. In fact, they're built on the same foundation: Universal Force. In truth, forming a family's Constellation is much more difficult because it requires a combination of the wills and comprehensions of several people. It takes a real hero to do that.

"Back then, I was a lonewolf and couldn't be bothered. Plus, those annoying elders had pissed me off one too many times."

Or because of the

snorted. "They actually tried to reprimand me for choosing the Conventional Path instead of the God Path, and some of those old relics

fuck them. I became more powerful than every one of them before the Heir War and put them on

all because it was a waste of my time. Those spineless cowards wouldn't do what I wanted them

your mother and I didn't want to step on my father-in-law's toes so I didn't let them

shook his head, not

more than 40 years old at worst at the time. Leonel didn't know which Nebula his father was, but he was Montez's elder brother, so he

Leonel met him, and the Heir

his early thirties, maybe five or six years older than Leonel was

this sort of

myself?" Leonel asked. "I'm not even in the Dimensional Verse right now, and I don't think I can return

fact, the less Morales there are, the stronger you'll be able to sense it, not that it would have

up before his mood

even from beyond the grave

questions than answers. If his father knew, why was he so obsessed with King? Shouldn't his anger be directed toward the

could the Morales have been so vulnerable even if he wasn't there? If he was powerful enough to deal with even King, what threat would the human alliance of the Vast Bubble be? The moment he left the Dimensional Verse, he could have broken into the Ninth Dimension and

would imply he was doubting

came out anyway. If he was ever going to ask, it would have to be

you knew, then