Dimensional Descent

Drake looked down at himself, stunned. He didn't expect that such a thing would happen either, and quite frankly, he had always thought that he would be the last to reach Godhood, if he reached it at all.

Honestly speaking, Drake had always had a small bit of an inferiority complex. He had been with these guys for years, but always as Leonel's backup. He only got in games when it was an all-out blowout, and he would never get the right to start until Leonel graduated first.

However, before he could even get the chance to shine on his own, the Metamorphosis descended right after Leonel's last game, so he had never gotten a chance to see his own true potential.

That said, Drake had never harbored any resentment for that. He had always felt safe and secure by Leonel's side. If not, he would have transferred to another school where he could have gotten playing time instead of chasing after Leonel every step of the way.

It had been years of patience, years of living in Leonel's shadow, and now he had suddenly bloomed in a way he had never expected before.

Looking down at his body, he felt like he had the strength to destroy a world with a casual glance if he so wanted. Recalling various memories, everyone that he had ever feared or didn't dare to battle suddenly became as insignificant as ants in his eyes.

It was well and truly the first time that he had ever experienced something like this. And yet, rather than laughing to himself, he immediately spun around and gave Leonel a huge hug.

Leonel coughed in surprise, all the air in his body flooding out in a torrent.

"Goddamn, rookie. You're gonna kill me."

Drake laughed but didn't let up. In fact, he laughed so hard that tears streamed down his face.

He had never had a disciple before, but quite frankly, Drake would probably be the closest thing. It was funny because Leonel was only a bit older-an age gap that was meaningless now that Drake had actually experienced

so, he was happy

been the little brother of their group. He was more reserved than even Allan and he rarely joked around like the others did. Leonel had always noticed this, but it was hard for Leonel to say anything to change that. After all, there were some shadows that people had to

this time, it seemed like Drake had successfully done

then that a heart-shuddering pressure

but when he looked into the skies of the void, it was

'Hm?'

face, but it had little to do with the actual subject of the

unfurled in the skies and a mighty

his affairs in order and then come to the God Realm... Otherwise, he would be hunted down by the full force

had learned about. They were expert assassins and probably some of the

they were the most like the Rapax, having bodies that didn't quite feel humanoid at all but were far

have corporeal forms and had an odd practice of attaching themselves to treasures, many of which were masks. Often, the Umbryx could be found floating around like faceless masks. Some of them chose masks as large as entire worlds, giving them

Oz. Of course, if others knew that he had made such a fool of the Umbryx, they wouldn't take action on

were creatures without substance and form. Reality couldn't seem to hold them and they slipped in and out of the Dimensions with ease. They were the only Race

in one way... The lapdogs

powerful as the Umbryx Race sounded, they were existences that were incredibly frail. In that way, they were a lot more like Savants