Dimensional Descent

Leonel's vision cleared and he found himself in a bustling city. Though... describing it like this felt a bit odd because it wasn't what one would expect from such a bustling environment.

People were concentrated in certain areas and they weren't really interacting with the city much at all. It was more like they had all been randomly spawned here and were instead trying to reconfigure their bearings. The result was a "bustling" city that was instead filled with people looking around and observing one another.

It seemed that this made sense. After all, they were indeed randomly spawned here. Leonel still found the choice a bit weird, though.

There was no separation from people of different realms and such, they were just thrown into a hodgepodge and forced to co-mingle, something that was highly dangerous given the circumstances.

Aside from those Demi-God Worlds that were pretty much certain to pass, everyone else was on edge. Unless you had a good margin against reaching that 10% number, there was no way that you could be relaxed in this sort of environment. Even those that felt like they had a great chance were still on edge because things weren't entirely under your control.

The only way to guarantee that there would be no issues was to have a genius capable of reaching the top 100, something most of the worlds did not have considering the concentration of strength in the hands of a minority of worlds.

And, of course... Leonel and Aina were pretty much the only humans here. At the very least, whether it was with his eyes or his Internal Sight, he didn't catch a whiff of any of them.

Of course, that made sense. There were definitely humans outside of the human alliance, spread out across Existence. But these people likely lived ignoble existences that Leonel wouldn't wish on anyone. Slavery was probably the pinnacle of what they could hope for.

This, though, likewise made Leonel and Aina stick out like a sore thumb. In the midst of this sea of Nomads, Spirituals, Demons, Clouds, and even Beast Race members, they were particularly...

Ordinary.

its mane,

it was actually speaking in a language as it raised a paw and pressed it down

moved down like

tall, and though it wasn't nearly so exaggerated, its paw felt like a house

onto the language and retroactively translated everything

the beauty, I'll definitely take her. Little man, I can take you

hand and stopped the paw

own methods of translating language. It was clear they understood what the Beast was saying as well as flashes of regret

but rather because the lion Beast was the strongest

immediate reaction to such stuff was rage. Even the slightest hint of crude language toward Aina was always met with death.

in his own, and the lion's paw in his other, his

good. If you're not, then you'll probably be torn to pieces by my

wrist and the lion Beast suddenly

its three other limbs stabilizing it as its paw remained in

back as he lowered his hand. His palm reached forward, facing the ground as he seemed to make a reverse come here motion, his