Dimensional Descent

"Another bought it."

The voice was a bit gloomy, but it was difficult for it not to be in the situation. They already didn't have much room to maneuver and had been preparing for so long, but now there was another obstacle in their path.

"Who?"

"Don't ask stupid questions. You know we can't see that."

If Leonel was here, he would lament that he was right too often. Sometimes, it was nice to be wrong, especially in a situation like this one. But it seemed that he wouldn't be so lucky.

Both speakers were members of the Demi-God Barbarian Race, and both of them were Ninth Dimensional monsters with presences that could have caused the surrounding air to tremble.

Luckily for Leonel, the surrounding air was only reacting so fiercely because they were two Demi-Gods standing in a Mortal Realm. In fact, they were in the very same desert world that Aina and Leonel had just walked through.

Unluckily for Leonel, this didn't change the fact both were obscenely powerful.

"You already know that this transaction is locked on both sides. Maybe only the top three Dream Pavilions could take a look at who it was, but if we could ask them for help, would we be in this situation?"

The shorter Barbarian leapt up and slapped the much taller on the back of the head, feeling irritated.

The bigger Barbarian didn't even fight back, seemingly used to this sort of treatment.

"There's no other choice than to just move forward with the original plan. We have a few years' advantage. It'll be hard for any outsiders to get a leg up on us."

However, when they noticed the fact it had been

Unfortunately, it wasn't.

bought this information, and now there was a third. There was no telling if there would be

can stick with the original plan... but we'll have to speed it up a bit. The situation on the other side is becoming murky, and the moment

realizing they

couldn't birth Demi-God or God Races. He had also said

Apex and his Master were Invalids

was a secret that only the highest echelon of the Barbarian

that annoying brat Talon. We don't have

because the title of "void" was enough to

time, Leonel felt this

to be. There was no up or down, there were no objects or things in the normal sense, and one even vaguely felt that life itself

this felt more grandiose, larger and though less imposing, far more

At least Anarchic Force was something. It had a purpose and it could take action.

be: Nothing. The world didn't necessitate the existence of Something and it was just fine with wiping

of the existential dread was based on

reason. The feeling of her hand in his seemed to be the only anchor

him any solace when there was no air to

reached a barrier. This was a good sign. At the very least, this barrier was "something",

just had to withstand the ire of