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?'

thought was like a bolt of lightning and he seemed to put two

there were many layers of

the eye, certainly. But if he couldn't use that power continuously, why

of his strength to

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

Glabella glowed, its pale blue becoming

suddenly expanded and he aged by ten years,

a spark of raging

'... Wow.'

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

Wicked roared out an almost diabolical laughter. "You made me do

now, it's so much like the Cloud 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

becoming a child

Wicked had chosen to regress, he incorporated the

acted like a child when he was in his child form, acting

those weaknesses either after he became an "adult". Rather than just turning and

super interesting...'

the Dream Force manipulator he had sensed was Wicked's "future self", or if it was someone

in the Gathering of Kingdoms, and with

'So why didn't he?'

gaze looked toward the corpse. Could

the

now that he felt he had most of the story, he didn't feel that it was all that necessary to

his body ballooned, black fur erupting around