Dimensional Descent

If there was any race that hated Leonel to an extreme, it was the Sylvans. And if there was any race that was well known for their intelligence, well… it was also the Sylvans. Leonel had to admit that if he was correct and this was just another plot, it was a good one. There was rarely anything more than young men with too much energy liked to do than impress women. In truth, he was precisely one of these very young men that he was disparaging right now. The only difference was that he didn’t give a damn about any woman but his own wife. In the past, just how much trouble had he gone through trying to court Aina? He would have waded through hell and high water to get to her, and back then, she wasn’t even considered to be some great beauty. Leonel still remembered that for much of the time he knew Aina, he didn’t even know her true face; he only knew the mask she wore. It wasn’t until after that it was revealed to him that her face was scarred beyond repair, but even then, he knew that behind the scars was a rarely seen beauty. Regardless, he was willing to wade through a great deal to be with Aina. These young geniuses with the full backing of their families had nothing better to do than chase after beauty. It might even be a mandate given to them by their families and encouraged by their elders as well. By now, Aina’s status as a Blood Sovereign had been revealed. She was a rare breed of woman not only in talent, but she could also perfectly control her pregnancies. Even the seedless Invalids could have children with her. One could imagine the kind of children she could have with true talents. And this was all before she had even revealed her Life Grade Force Pill Crafting to the world. It could be said that even under normal circumstances, Aina would be highly sought after, let alone with the Sylvans fanning the flames. Leonel had always thought his wife was most beautiful no matter what state she was in, but the standards of the God Realm were so widely variable. A Void Race woman, a Beastman woman, a Sylvan woman… all of these different races have their own tastes and preferences. So… What were the odds that two women who looked as human as humanly possible would be ranked at the very top? And that both of them would have some ties to him? Of course, Aina and Minerva were certainly city-toppling beauties. If Leonel wasn’t so biased, he would have to admit that Minerva was no less beautiful than Aina. But there were plenty of beauties of this same exact standard in the God Realm, and many of them were far more established than Aina and Minerva as well. The fact that two human-like beauties would be ranked at the top, both of them would have connections to him, and both of them would be completely new additions… Who were the Sylvans trying to fool here? Obviously, it was a method of targeting him. It was an open scheme that someone with the slightest bit of intelligence could see through. Surely, Minerva was smart enough to see through it too, and that was likely why she had said what she said. “At least they’re smart, putting my wife number one.” Leonel nodded. “Your wife is number two.”

“I’m going to kill them all.”

Leonel’s dangerous aura shook the world again. The Sylvans weren’t only intelligent; they were very clearly shameless. Logically, if they wanted to put him in the most amount of danger, placing Aina number one would be far more effective. He couldn’t think of this as anything other than something they had done on purpose for no other reason than to piss him off. Nilrem burst into another fit of laughter. Was this what they called an open scheme? He knew what it was, but he jumped right in anyway. Ah, to be young and in love. Beautiful indeed. Leonel’s figure flickered, and he began to collect the things he needed one after another. He didn’t hold back in the slightest, but as Nilrem watched him, his expression only became weirder and weirder. “What are you trying to do, exactly? This is nothing like your last path.”

“Do I look like I can follow my last path?”

“Well, no. But it’s not impossible to…”

“Don’t wanna hear it. I don’t want anything to do with that stuff anymore.”

“Hey, hey, hey. Just because you’ve been scorned by love once doesn’t mean you should give up on it.”

“What the hell are you talking about, Merlin.”

“I hear your grandmother’s a real hot tamale, you wouldn’t mind if I shot a few shots, would you?”

“Have at it. If you come back with your dick and balls intact, I might actually respect you.”

“Is this how you treat your master? Do you know how many people want to be taught by me?” Nilrem asked, aghast. “Speaking of which, what happened to Candle and Vice?”

“What? You want to make use of my hard work? At least take me to dinner first before you try to fuck me.”

“You know, you make a lot of sexual jokes around someone you call a kid. You have something to tell me?” Leonel gave him a glance for the first time in a while. Nilrem was left speechless. This kid… could really anger someone to death. Silence fell as Nilrem’s tongue was rendered immobile. An hour later, Leonel finally seemed to be finished, and Nilrem looked at him with a stern gaze different from what he had done before. “Are you sure?”

“When am I ever not sure?” Leonel responded. “Want me to list them?”

Leonel shook his head and chuckled. “This is the path for me. No one will be able to take what’s mine again… not before my spear and bow.”