Dimensional Descent

Wicked tried to move and writhe, but the suppression of the Life Tablet was so firm that he could hardly budge at all. Aside from some incoherent sounds that sounded not much different from baby babble, he wasn't able to do anything else.

Leonel reached down and pulled his head up, looking into Wicked's ferocious eyes and seeing something else that was interesting.

'Could it be the reason he's a little... slow isn't because of a matter of age, but a matter of this instead?'

Wicked's eyes were filled with fury right now, and that wasn't too surprising given the situation. But the main issue wasn't that. Instead, it seemed that it was a bit... too much, almost as though it would be less accurate to say that he was furious and more accurate to say that he was... Feral.

There was a thin dividing line between the two, but looking at the foam coming from Wicked's mouth, it was clear that it was closer to the latter.

Leonel's thoughts bounced from idea to idea, but he couldn't seem to figure out exactly what was going on.

'Logically speaking, there's no reason for the Three Finger Cult to have only tried to influence the Dimensional Verse, they definitely had their hands in multiple pots.

'Even the Three Finger Cult of the Human Bubbles should just be a facade, or else it wouldn't be worthy of that Demoness. I've already had Anastasia scan their region and she found nothing of interest... at least nothing of interest outside the fact all of their Invalids have already vanished.

'But this... Is he a failed experiment, then? But for this to be a failure... the drawbacks don't seem too bad.'

Having difficulty controlling yourself was considered to be quite a substantial problem. But, all things considered, it was quite minor depending on your perspective.

intelligence was probably his best

was nigh worthless. What good was scheming in that sort of situation? By the time you got to the penultimate round, the rounds would be so numerous that even if

that's the other interesting

clicked for Leonel. He hadn't even

Kingdoms Stele was designed by the God Beasts of Creation. What would happen if someone with the God Beast

obvious question, then, was why

of. Not only did he have the God Beast of

was nothing of importance on him. As for his treasures, they were too lackluster. Leonel couldn't look at them as anything other than inferior Crafts. At this point, what he could create would take a Demi-God world to match up to

was about to give up, he had

'Maybe?'

forehead and his Dream Force

protected item in the body. It could be said that it was both a benefit

ZOLTENE

of Force surged out, smashing against Leonel and sending him

If not for his Divine Armor, that blow would have directly killed him. Although he would have managed to protect his soul, the amount of energy he would have needed to

far more than it had been in the past, especially since his body was also the anchor for his World of Destruction. If his body was destroyed, all of his progress