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.

bit slow,"

like a little girl in a woman's body. It wasn't that this was the case literally, but rather

the very least, she didn't flinch at the scent of blood and sweat that hung in the air, nor did she seem squeamish about

out of bed. He wasn't wearing a shirt and his pants were loose-fitting, barely hanging from

as

do in

than any of the Ancestors of a Dimensional Verse by a decent margin. What

what did they think they were going

the young man said

pouted, but at that moment, a beast seemed

that it was some sort of

BANG!

rain of blood and gore, and his

he collided with the wall of the arena, the back of his skull was violently ripped apart in an even worse

did

just happened? He was dead?

...

a separate space, Vivak's frown

he had the strength of a Ninth

Leonel was in the Fifth Dimension. What else

that

...

You 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

situation; he felt that he had lost valuable

her beast back. Despite her cute

head, she agreed with the young man above. This really was a waste of their

...

forward with a team