Dimensional Descent

Leonel clenched his fists and his eyes practically pierced the clouds above. He exhaled slowly, tears that were threatening to form being sliced into countless pieces before they could even take shape. At that moment, his brothers appeared. He didn’t even get a chance to react before he was dogpiled. “Shit!” “FUCK!” “WHAT THE HELL!” The lot of them were all riddled with holes. If Leonel didn’t pull back at the last moment, they really would have been completely skewered through. This new Spear-Bow Body of his was deadly not just in defense, but it was an offensive constitution the likes of which had rarely been seen. Leonel smiled. “That’s what all you bastards deserve. What if I had been in the middle of a crucial breakthrough?” “Fuck your breakthrough, I want reparations. Oh my god, my handsome face!” James, who had been among the first to pounce, was stuck closest to Leonel and couldn’t pull away even if he wanted to. The laughter echoed, and they all seemed to be relieved that Leonel wasn’t in the same state he had been after his father died. Even if he wasn’t laughing and joking now, just his roar from earlier was enough to make that clear. “You guys need to be more mature. Don’t you know you’re going to be uncles soon?” “Huh?” “What?!” “When’d this happen?!” The reaction was fiercer than what Leonel expected, and he was hounded with questions. “Fuck me, and here I thought you have bullets hidden down there.” Milan clicked his tongue. “Turns out it’s all Aina. You better not be shooting blanks, Cap, or else it’ll be obvious which of you is the problem.” Leonel’s lip twitched. What happened to the camaraderie? How did he end up being attacked like this? He ended up changing the topic and asking them about the battle. He knew that they wouldn’t let Aina fight on her own, so since they had all been in the Segmented Cube, he knew that they must have been fighting the Four Great Families as well. “They’re fucking cunts. Do you know how they escaped?” James asked. Leonel’s gaze flickered. Now that he thought about it, Aina had taken the Brazinger family’s Heirloom, and Nana should have succeeded in taking the Adurna family’s Heirloom; his enlightened self had certainly ensured that that happened. All things considered, the Four Great Families should have been significantly weakened without these two treasures, and his gramps should have been on the edge of being absolutely furious with his mother’s death. If the Fawkes saw their enemies right before them, what were the odds that they’d just let them go? Of course, it was possible that the price to pay was too high, but that didn’t make logical sense to Leonel either. That was because if the Fawkes dared to return to the God Realm, how could they fear the Four Great Families who had also been forced to go into hiding? That said, the Four Great Families did also dare to return as well. So it was possible that they had shored up their strength much like the Fawkes had. All things considered, Leonel still felt that it was impossible for Gervaise to let them leave without facing any harm, especially after they lost two powerful Heirlooms. Leonel was once again assured in his deductive abilities because his mind had not only returned to the state it had been without his Dream Asura Bloodline activated, it was even marginally better now. All he had needed was a foundation to rely upon, and this was almost as good as any. Although he was still leagues away from his enlightened self, the fact that he was already better than him with his Asura blood suppressed said loads about how much potential his Path had. Right now, his Weapon Forces had only barely entered the Creation State. As they improved, this foundation of his would only grow better and the potential he could pull out from the rest of his body would only improve. Of course, without his Dream Asura Bloodline, he would still be missing a pillar that had made his Dream Force so powerful to begin with… But Leonel was already considering these matters seriously. ‘One step at a time.’ “Those bastards,” James gritted his teeth. “They’re so completely and utterly shameless. They relied on the Void Race.” “The Void Race?” This answer surprised Leonel. He listened intently and finally understood the rest of the situation. It seemed that the Four Great Families had shackled up with the Void Race somehow. From James’ words, Leonel’s speculation was that they had always been together. ‘Maybe…’ Sparks of lightning flew through Leonel’s eyes. It seemed that the realization of his Dreamscape was even more violent now. His eyes were like a window into his Ethereal Glabella, and his Ethereal Glabella was where his soul resided. Now, his Ability Index had become so powerful that it was beginning to affect the outside world even though it wasn’t designed to do this at all. He had just realized something profound. It was highly likely that the Void Race was part of these plots and schemes that had been going on in the background. The only reason they hadn’t appeared in full force was because their role was different. There was a reason the Pluto Race or many others hadn’t appeared for such an important matter. The Void Race was definitely tipping the scales. Ironically, the Void Race had lost along with the Primordial Terror and the real winner in the end was the Demoness… However, according to his brothers, she had vanished from Existence as though she never existed, and there was simply no one capable of finding her or understanding what her intentions for all of this were. All everyone knew was that Existence didn’t have many years left, and the Void Race was forced to pick a side or be the public enemy of everyone. To everyone’s surprise, they began to flex a level of strength they shouldn’t have had.