Dimensional Descent

[Bonus chapter courtesy of Fire2112 (aka Firemonster) <3 4/6]

Leonel's sneering grin practically split his face. In fact, he even began to laugh.

Most couldn't even react to these two messages quickly enough, but he was practically splitting his gut laughing.

How could he not find it funny?

He had spent a long time at the bottom of the Dimensional Verse, but when he finally broke free of most of his constraints, did he spend his time bullying the weak? Did he go back to those organizations that used to bully the Valiant Heart Zone and teach them a lesson? Did he go and destroy those planets that had attacked Earth in their time of vulnerability?

Even when he took out his rage on the common people of those that had led their armies into the Human Domain, although it wasn't something he was proud of, he had still killed them all straightforwardly with a single snap of his fingers.

But what was this?

50%. Half of the top 100, over 90% of which was made up by Demi-Gods or Gods, had come together in a collective effort to do all of this, and for what, exactly? For a fleeting chance at the Life Tablet?

Why were they sinking so low? Wasn't it just because they couldn't lay hands on it themselves?

On the one hand, they were afraid of upsetting various God Factions.

be and let them whittle their way out of existence on their own. There was

a clear influence as well? How was destroying worlds for the sake of slowing

hilarious, so hilarious he couldn't stop

themselves, and Gods even above them, meandering through time and hoping to extend their existences just a little

"Fucking cowards."

only words Leonel said before he vanished.

If they wanted to string this along, he'd let them. In fact, soon there'd come a day where

day

the portal, standing high above the Dream

that courtroom had been, the air here felt so much more bland. He couldn't even enjoy a breath the normal way. Everyone was like

to greet him. In fact, it didn't seem like anyone was here in the Dream Pavilion at

why would

pockets with everything they could take and hightailed it out of here. If they stayed for too

rules, a Pavilion needed a Pavilion Head, three Deputies, and at least one disciple in

dead, Clarence still counted as one. But much like the Pavilion Head position, there was a

see why Leonel would be so soft with these people. Under usual circumstances, he would just

good cover... Until he could find

mind. He wasn't so helpless anymore, not

one hand,

Goggles, had just started training his Dream Force. If he had reached the Unfolded States