Dimensional Descent

Somnus smiled lightly, giving Leonel a look. He had to say that he was somewhat impressed. Leonel had yet to throw a tantrum. Though, he assumed that if looks could kill, he would have likely died ten times over. If thoughts could slaughter, he would have been skewered until his own mother wouldn't have recognized him.

Unfortunately for Leonel, it would take more than that to make him give a damn. He was a Dream Asura, there was probably someone, somewhere, cursing him at any given point in the day. In fact, he was selling himself short. Really, there was definitely more than just one person doing so at any given point.

Rather than being put off by it, he relished in the feeling. It made him feel alive.

"We challenge you in the Force Pill Crafting stream."

Somnus waved his hand through the air as though he was brushing through water. There were even slight ripples that echoed through the air as he suddenly reached into space and pulled something out.

He was a Dream Asura. He couldn't trust even his own family members, so it wasn't surprising that he had his own unique methods of hiding his things. Plus, he had come knowing that things might very well go very wrong, so he had taken much of his stolen-accumulated wealth with him.

With a pluck, he pulled out three rings.

"You said you need three items on your little list to accept a challenge, right? Well, I put forward our 28 points, and these items. Each one houses three items on your little list. The first will be a wager for the three treasures you took from my partner, the second three will be a wager for your Life Tablet, and the third third... well, that will be up to you...

"If you dare."

Somnus' smile was gentle. He didn't look like a demon at all, with otherworldly looks and an inviting gaze that made one feel at peace. It was this sort of dichotomy that made his words all the more piercing, though.

On the one hand, one's instinct seemed to be to trust him with your life. But on the other, there was a bubbling rage that made you want to skin him alive.

if you didn't understand sadness. And, one couldn't feel rage if

on that constantly, pushing and pulling at everyone's emotions until they wouldn't even know what to think anymore. The two feelings would form a polar opposite

wasn't a technique that Somnus even had to use actively. He seemed to enter this sort of state passively, and when you were stuck in the middle of the whirlwind, it would feel like your life was in the palm of his

battle of Crafting," Leonel said with a voice devoid of emotion, "a handicap I gave you pathetic excuses for geniuses. Can't understand something so

smile curled. Indeed, Leonel was clever enough to specify that those

that you're insulting your wife to such a degree. You have such confidence in yourself, but now her? From what

He looked Somnus right in the eyes, his gaze carrying not a single hint of anything that could be read. There was no sadness, no rage, no righteous injustice, there

vacant and as deep as a

forget my words of wisdom, then. Instead, how about you tell me what

what's on the

"What an

Dimensional expert of a Mortal Race. Three things and a Ninth Dimensional expert of a Demi-God Race would really begin to feel

were talking about the entire list, you'd be bankrupting entire

such Bubbles, dozens at worst. But trying to cobble together ten times that was asinine. It could be said that Somnus found this amusing because he obviously felt that Leonel had picked out this number because he felt

he found that to be very

comparisons he had just given were for "normal" Demi-God Races, or Demi-God Bubbles under the control of Mortal Races

were a very special case. Being the descendants of the Minerva Race already put them on a different tier compared to other Demi-Gods. But when their Crafting skill was taken into account,