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-"

grin widened and Aina fell into

want 20 babies

was this woman

on a rising staircase of Emulation

onto the Dream Pavilion, but he didn't expect that Leonel would expose himself even

I look like I feared your people when I

eyes bulged. This,

the cracks across the

water

"You..."

to

Nomad's violent momentum seems to have dimmed

out of choice or arrogance, but because that was the only way. It wasn't so easy to move

knew he would come? Why did he look

so obvious that I'm not even sure why you all

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 Dream Pavilion had no business mixing into

found Deputy Pavilion Head Clarence, you strung him up and tortured him to death as though he was

may have personally said some things you found offensive, but going so far is a fool's errand

still here, and it's certainly not because of a little formation even I was able to shatter with

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