Dimensional Descent

Leonel found himself sitting in a room. Though, this sort of description was far too neutral, and maybe even positive, for where it really was.

It might as well have been a dungeon. There were no chains around his wrists and ankles, but it was effectively the same.

He had simply been told to wait here, in this dingy room, while something was prepared for him. He was also told that he would have to be here for a few weeks depending on his performance. As for what his task was, he was apparently meant to be a sparring partner for the youths of the Godlen family.

Well, honestly, this was just Leonel's translation. In reality, this was introduced to him as a training opportunity. He was also told that he would have to do his best to protect his life, or he might lose it.

Toward this explanation, Leonel could only chuckle.

Well, it seemed that Simona had brought him more trouble than he gave her credit for. What should have been a few weeks buffer became a steaming hot pan of frying oil.

The more the situation was like this, though, Leonel found himself becoming calmer and calmer. If it wasn't because he was still worried about his cousin and Jessica, he might have already entered a perfect state of tranquility.

Why a sparring arena instead of just directly trying to kill him? Wasn't it obvious? They wanted to see the real Leonel.

They had even sent him here with the serum still running through his veins. They were clearly hoping that it would lower his inhibitions enough that he would display his true feelings outwardly.

Leonel took note of all of this silently as the doors to the dungeon, that wasn't a dungeon, that was definitely a dungeon finally opened.

He stood without a word and stepped out.

The arena was quite empty, as one might expect from one set aside for a sparring session. The only individuals present were Simona, the young man that always followed her around, and three others that Leonel didn't recognize.

"Primrose, you'll go first," the young man by Simona said. "Remember that this is supposed to simulate real-life combat."

Primrose's figure flickered and vanished, appearing 20 or so meters away from Leonel. The sand and dirt in the arena kicked up before settling down slowly.

Primrose's head tilted to the side, observing Leonel.

a bit slow,"

It wasn't that this was the case literally, but rather that her face was far too overly innocent. It was like a fairy tale princess had come to

least, she didn't flinch at the scent

out of bed. He wasn't wearing a shirt and his pants

however, was as sharp as

do in this

Probably stronger than any of the Ancestors of a

were going to get out of sending a Seventh Dimensional genius after someone in the Fifth Dimension like

young

that moment, a beast seemed to manifest from nowhere. It lunged forward,

time to register that it was some sort of panther beast before he

BANG!

into a rain of blood and gore, and his bones were

the arena, the back of his skull was violently ripped apart in an even worse

as did

happened? He was dead?

...

space, Vivak's frown

gaze was sharp, he had the strength of a Ninth Dimension behemoth, and he wasn't the kind of

Leonel was in the Fifth Dimension. What else could

that helpless sigh Leonel released in that final moment, sounded like

...

two had us all come down here for this? Those Incomplete World pieces of trash couldn't handle even a single strike before, even that cunt who called himself an Alpha was almost ripped to shreds. What was someone in the

completely disgusted by the situation; he

Despite her cute

young man above. This really

...

came forward with a team