Dimensional Descent

"Jeez..." Leonel exhaled a breath.

No matter how you looked at it, that thing in the skies really looked like a God. Was all of this necessary? He was just a little human, isn't that what they always said? So why were they going so hard all of a sudden?

Aina was about to spring forward when Leonel tightened his grip on her hand.

She looked back with a questioning gaze, not quite understanding. That sort of enemy was definitely not one that Leonel could fight.

That giant Nomad very clearly had Noah's Ability Index, the ability to not only perfectly control his own size but also his density and weight.

The Morphing Ability Index.

According to Leonel's Life Tablet, it was a Black Grade ability, but as with all things, it was highly dependent on the user. Even a Black Grade Ability Index could be exceptional if it was properly controlled.

Leonel's own Ability Index wasn't very highly ranked either. At the very least, it was firmly beneath Aina's. But how far had he been able to bring it?

For someone with the special quirks of the Nomads, this Ability Index was truly... troublesome.

Aina knew all of this, and she could also feel that this Nomad's strength was exceptional. Leonel simply wasn't able to fight such a person. So she wasn't sure why he would stop her like this. She should be the one to go.

"Hey, hey," Leonel chuckled, "don't you think you've done enough fighting?"

"But-"

and

But I want 20

was speechless. What was this woman talking about

laughed, shooting into the skies on a rising

Nomad, who was furiously scanning the region, spotted Leonel almost immediately. He had just been about to descend onto the Dream Pavilion, but

bastard? Did I look like I feared your people when I slaughtered Burul and the rest

Nomad's eyes

hand and the cracks across

Nomad's gaze narrowed and his rage suddenly felt as though a bucket of cold water had been poured over it. How had Leonel just done

"You..."

to

seems to have dimmed

because that was the only way. It wasn't so easy to move between worlds, especially across such large distances. He had no choice

why did it feel like Leonel knew he

confused. It's all so obvious that I'm not even sure why

top 1000. The Owlans could have entered the top 100 whenever they wanted and the Spirituals were firmly in the top 500. Your Dream Pavilion had

Deputy Pavilion Head Clarence, you strung him up and

of actions don't make any sense whatsoever. I may have personally said some things you found offensive, but going so far is

Race, but we're still here, and it's certainly not because of a little formation even I was able to shatter with a few tricks. That barrier could at best hold back those weak

us because they don't want to offend the Pluto Race or the neutral Faction that backs them. So why is a little middling world like yours so