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 demon

to reprimand me for choosing the Conventional Path instead of the God Path, and some of those old relics tried to

one of them before the Heir War and put

Those spineless cowards wouldn't do what I wanted them to do anyway. We

toes so I didn't let them convince me even when they did finally

head, not even knowing what to

at worst at the time. Leonel didn't know which Nebula his father was, but he was Montez's elder brother, so he was probably

nearing his thirties the first time Leonel met him, and the Heir Wars would have happened within

his father was more likely than not in his early

strong so quickly without this sort of guidance, but his

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

irrelevant. In fact, the less Morales there are, the

brows shot up before his mood

likely guessed even from beyond the grave what the fate of the Morales

answers. If his father knew, why was he so obsessed with King? Shouldn't

his father had been alive, how 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

was doubting his father. But the question

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

you knew, then