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-"

widened and Aina fell

want 20 babies

What was

on a rising staircase of

been about to descend onto the Dream Pavilion, but he didn't expect that Leonel would expose himself even before trying to rush back

bastard? Did I look like I feared your people

Nomad's eyes bulged.

waved a hand and the cracks across the Human Bubble solidified

suddenly felt as though a bucket of cold water had been poured over it. How had

"You..."

to run,

seems to have

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

Leonel knew he

I'm

like you wouldn't even dare to act under normal circumstances. The Gem Dream Pavilion was barely in the top 1000. The Owlans could have entered the top 100 whenever they wanted and the Spirituals were firmly in the top 500. Your

Deputy Pavilion Head Clarence, you strung him up and tortured him

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

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

dares to touch 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