Dimensional Descent

Leonel walked out of the world, his bearing calm... or so it seemed.

With every step he took, the temperature seemed to plummet. It wasn't that he was exuding a frostiness, but rather that heat, or what allowed heat to exist, was being stripped from reality around him. Vibrating molecules fell into a dormant state, the sun's rays couldn't seem to shine properly, and the laws of the world collapsed.

Leonel walked out of the bubble as though it was a gateway. Standing out in the Inbetween World, he let his rage bubble over. But this time, it was far more constrained than it was in the past.

Despite what he had told Aina, this time the trouble was truly large, bigger than he knew if he could handle. It wasn't that he feared for his life. He was always confident in protecting it. But in the interim, before he truly became powerful enough to snub the faces of the Gods with impunity, what would he do?

Was it even possible for him to stop the Human Race from being eradicated down to their last man?

The only reason the Human Bubble hadn't already been attacked was likely because of the hole he had poked through the plans of the Variant Invalids. No matter how much they hated the Humans, they wouldn't hate them as much as those scourges.

But that thin paper defense would only last for so long, and even if he took the initiative to unleash unholy hell, there was only so far that he would be able to make it before the God Realms started ignoring the consequences and sending down the real powerhouses.

Right now, Leonel wasn't even confident in wiping out the Demi-Gods, let alone full armies of Gods.

The waters of these powers ran far too deep, and even now he felt that he had only seen the tip of the iceberg.

That was why his plan was never to destroy them but to take advantage of their weaknesses instead to make them work for him against their will. But...

of the Gods? He simply

were happened to just be stories listed and broken

information of the Life Tablet to see if there was more...

why are you

gaze suddenly sharpened as he looked in a certain

or so they thought, there was a Sylvan. It was none other than Bracken, who had gone out to seek information and yet had

long while already,

been here for a few seconds and found him instantly. In fact, by his posture, he seemed to have known that

heavily injured? Why was it that he seemed to be

hiding was going to be a worthless endeavor, Bracken made a

already there,

raised a hand and formed a claw. A mighty momentum surged,

Life Tablet that Sylvans had very magical abilities, but also happened to be the most

Leonel wouldn't have been able to sense him... but in this expanse of Anarchic Force, he stuck out like a sore thumb

potent at the moment. And though he had already concluded that Anarchic Force was just another form of creation, just now he had been using his Destruction Sovereignty to influence it to see if he might be able to gain

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