Dimensional Descent

Leonel frowned as the words descended to him. His body felt frozen in place, but his temper flared and the smokey heat of destruction coming from the corner of his eyes and his feet vibrated wildly.

However, before he shattered the intention of the old woman, he restrained himself and closed his eyes.

He was not happy, not happy in the slightest. He didn't believe for a second that this old woman wouldn't know what would happen when she spoke her name.

Even now, he didn't know that this was the true method of relaying her name. Instead, he felt that she had tried to distract him before levying this attack. Maybe she wasn't even interested in him at all and this was the original intention of these people to begin with.

Ruthless slaughter. Why would she⌜€“

Why was he mad?

Leonel pressed his hand against his forehead, ignoring the fact that he shouldn't have been able to move.

He had committed slaughter on an even larger scale, had he not? Did he feel bad about it all of a sudden?

Still no. Even with the changes caused by his Vital Star Force, he simply couldn't bring himself to care. He felt like he was slowly starting to find his own baseline.

He felt that he had his own justifications for doing what he did. Was he also throwing a tantrum? Yes, he was. But it didn't change a thing about how justified or unjustified he felt it was.

here? Why did the old woman act at all? It was on a complete whim, trampling on caged animals that she herself

actually dared to get

as the days went on. He wasn't

the reason he wasn't any longer was because the world had jaded him, but another part was that he was never this person to begin with. That shadow of his former self was in one part due to the culture of Earth- that being one filled with the philosophy of equality- and another

Who was he, though?

he was a selfish person. Where his bottom line

a person who had normal convictions, normal goals, normal drives, and yet was granted power he thought

became calmer

depressing realization, it was just the right

your formative years, you had your personality being torn in all sorts of different ways due to the strengths of things and people far beyond your own, how

Force pulled him another way. His future self had pulled him yet another way. His father had an ideal of the kind of

what was he

just his genes as a Wise

They all died with their

had told them to believe? How much of it was what their children hoped of them? How much of it was far more sinister, the puppet strings of organizations as terrible as the Four Great Families manipulating their

sense?

him; he would become a multi-millionaire, probably marry some beautiful woman who was likewise elite

Gene Assessment back then, but there would have been plenty of people to push and pull him in all sorts of directions. Maybe his parents would have insisted that he