Dimensional Descent

Wicked still looked like a child of barely a few years old, but he didn't move like one at all. Nor did he speak like one.

The last time Leonel met him, he was already 93 years old, an age that didn't mean much in this world and was still considered to be firmly of the younger generation. And yet, he seemed to be able to tell that Leonel was young. At the very least, younger than him.

This tidbit made Leonel even more confused. He knew that Leonel was younger than him and had this strength, but he was still attacking like this?

From Wicked's perspective, he should definitely come from a Bubble World of great power that also easily cleared the Gathering of Kingdoms requirements.

Though attacking Leonel and trying to kill him as quickly as possible still made sense, there was something else about his reactions and temperament that weren't quite... right.

Leonel took a step back, the small figure of Wicked swiping at the air. A line of claw marks appeared in space, the fissures erupting with power.

Wicked attacked like something between a rampaging beast and a younger sibling chasing after his elder brother for bullying him.

The sight made Leonel even more speechless. What the hell was going on here?

Wicked gave him such a weird feeling, but when he actually attacked... he was so weak?

Leonel wasn't fond of not understanding things. The fact his Crafting had lagged behind had annoyed him for a very long time, and now this felt similar.

He didn't feel like his feelings were wrong, but the evidence before him pointed toward that end.

Suddenly, Leonel had a thought.

'Dream Force? Am I sensing something coming from him? Or someone manipulating him in the background?'

bolt of lightning and he

there were many layers

met the eye, certainly. But if he couldn't use that power continuously, why did he waste it on killing Grimm when Grimm was the one who could give him an opportunity

of his

thought about it, the more he felt that it didn't make any

Ethereal Glabella glowed, its pale blue becoming a

by ten years, becoming a strong

and suddenly, a spark of raging

'... Wow.'

accelerated backward, flickering through space and expanding the distance between them more and

now!" Wicked roared out an almost diabolical laughter. "You made me do this, so you're going to

Race's ability to tap into their future potential in exchange for time they've spent slumbering. But it seems mutated and warped somehow, not for the worse... at least not necessarily. If I'm correct, then he's taken a hit on his mind in

own in exchange for becoming a child again. That was

the times Wicked had chosen to regress, he incorporated the abilities of the Cloud Race into his

like a child when he was in his child form, acting without thinking and even doing things that didn't quite benefit

like he managed to shed those weaknesses either after he became an "adult". Rather than just turning and running, he was obsessed with

is super interesting...' Leonel

the Dream Force manipulator he had sensed was Wicked's "future self",

Gathering of Kingdoms, and with this strength, he should have been able to save

'So why didn't he?'

looked toward the corpse. Could

of the Bubble was exactly what

felt he had most of the story, he didn't feel that it

his body ballooned, black fur erupting around him until