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.

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

was that she had actually dared to get Aina caught up in

slowly starting to understand more about himself as the days went on. He wasn't some hero of morality, as much as he had tried to be in his

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

Who was he, though?

was a selfish person. Where his

goals, normal drives, and yet was granted power he thought could

became calmer and

realization, it was

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,

him another way. His future self had pulled him yet another way. His father had

what was he left with,

either? Or was that just his

to the scene of carnage. Those people had extremely strong convictions. They all

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

sense? Did anyone truly know who

him; he would become a multi-millionaire, probably marry some beautiful woman who was likewise elite in her field, and they'd

would have been plenty of people to push and pull him in all sorts of directions. Maybe his parents would have insisted that he