Dimensional Descent

It didn’t take Leonel more than half a day to change the situation of the factory. As for teaching the Crafters? Guiding them? He had no patience for such a thing.

He vanished from General Green’s surveillance and the man didn’t even notice until an entire half an hour later.

By the time he was put on high alert, Leonel was nowhere to be found.

…

Leonel rushed across the endless black sea, his gaze flashing. He had already forgotten about the matters earlier in the day; he was entirely focused on scouting out the region.

“How is it, Anastasia?”

“It’s taking more time than usual.”

Leonel nodded. This only made sense. Not only was this the God Realm, but it was also a region thick with Anarchic Force. That didn’t even mention what sort of protections his enemies might have against this sort of thing.

He had asked Anastasia to map out the entire region for him to see what would happen. He didn’t care about Anastasia’s actions being hidden at all. They were in the middle of war, first off. And second, even if they weren’t, Leonel didn’t fear anyone right now. If he ran into someone he couldn’t defeat, he would just throw out his handy dandy trump card.

He’d beat the living shit out of his enemies and get a free comedy show at the same time. What was there to hesitate about?

However, Nilrem alone obviously couldn’t win this battle. In fact, after the first time, Nilrem had already warned him that he would likely bring him more trouble than help.

Nilrem had been around the God Realm, breaking all sorts of rules, for centuries already. His number of enemies wasn’t just great, but they were all extremely powerful. Anyone who still dared to call him an enemy these days either had a great background or was their own great background.

Of course… Leonel didn’t give a damn about all of this.

He might not be as powerful as Nilrem so they likely wouldn’t take him as seriously, and many of them probably thought he was a useless cripple now, but he definitely had more enemies than Nilrem, not less.

That said, he would still have to be semi-cautious nonetheless. He couldn’t paint Nilrem into a corner because part of the reason he was able to survive so long wasn’t just his power, but also the fact he was hard to find.

Using Nilrem would have to wait for situations where the enemy was certain to die and was likewise unable to send back any information.

“It’s called observing my surroundings. It says more about you than it does me that you thought I was trying to be poetic.”

“Class A gaslighting. Ten out of ten.”

“Fuck you, Raj.”

Leonel grinned, a spear appearing in his hands.

“We’re not letting a single one of those fuckers off.” Leonel spoke, his voice booming. He locked eyes with the blue-haired Adurna in the distance and an almost draconic light flickered in his eyes.

“Not a single one!”

“KILL!”

A small group suddenly appeared on the battlefield unexpectedly, but the moment they collided, the world overturned.

“A GOD!”

“RUN! THE SITUATION HAS CHANGED!”

Leonel’s spear flickered and danced, ripping through the defensive Lineage Factor of the Adurna as though it wasn’t there at all.

A single spear, a single death.

He didn’t even use any energy outside of his physical stamina. The world’s Spear Force gathered all on its own, resonating with the hum of his blade.

Everywhere he passed, death came in droves.

But it wasn’t enough.

‘Faster. Faster. All of you deserve death.’

A violent glow lit in his gaze.