Dimensional Descent

The world watched as some of the strongest existences of all time crumbled to pieces. In truth, even Leonel’s own brothers couldn’t believe it. His wife, the person who believed in him the most in the entire world, couldn’t help but blink a few times as well.

She had been gearing up for a great battle. This was meant to be their last hurdle—so long as they made it through, they would finally grasp the peace and happiness they had been chasing after for so long.

And then… Leonel went and did this.

He just reached out and touched the strongest Pluto, a man who was very well acknowledged as easily amongst the three strongest warriors in all of Existence… and he died.

Leonel retracted his hand as a woman appeared before him. She was just three meters away, a distance that was hardly far for a mortal, let alone Gods that could bury stars with a flip of their hands.

As black as her heart was, she was a woman with beauty that touched the skies and calmed the winds. Her most striking feature was just how red her lips were—it was all too easy to forget that she even had the rest of a face to look at.

But oddly enough… at least right now… there didn’t seem to be any Dream Asura aspects to her at all. She looked like a normal human woman in every aspect. Maybe it was a trick of the eyes, but even her eyes weren’t violet; rather, they were the most normal warm brown.

If one wanted to depict a human woman—maybe the pinnacle human woman—this would be the sort of example they might choose.

Usually, she was calm, unbothered, always smiling without hints of dissatisfaction. But right now, despite the fact the same smile was on her face, Leonel could tell the difference.

She wasn’t happy.

Not in the slightest.

Leonel looked at this woman who had made his life a living hell. Every other time he had come across her, he had lost control of his emotions. He felt rage that sunk to the depths of his soul, like the worming, slimy hands of a devil slithering over his heart.

But right this moment, forcing her to appear for the very first time regardless of iteration, he felt nothing at all.

The Demoness slowly shook her head. ”If you simply ignored it just one more time… none of this would be necessary… Aren’t you supposed to be kind?”

One Pluto and Void Race member after another began to collapse and fall. It seemed as though Leonel had knocked down a series of dominoes.

Leonel looked into the distance, his gaze calm. For some reason, although there was no one there at all, it seemed that he was indeed looking right at a person… almost like he wanted them to know that he wasn’t hiding from this moment.

”The first time I committed an act of genocide, I did so out of fury. This time, I do it out of necessity. My conscience is clear.”

”…”

The Demoness didn’t reply immediately, her eyes brimming with an odd emotion.

”You’ve given up on your father.”

”I have.”

”Then you and I… will never see eye to eye.”

”We never would have.”

SHIIIING.

The howl of Leonel’s spear filled the skies.

…

In that far-off distant world, El’Rion stood in silence. He didn’t choose to charge with his family, but standing here, feeling his life slip away from him, it was hard not to feel rage toward that man.

When he felt Leonel’s gaze, he couldn’t help but recall memories… those words of rage and anger Leonel had spoken back then, words he dismissed as ridiculous.

… Do you think I need this power? Do you think it matters if I don’t have a fraction of your strength? … I swear that I will do these things and I will do so as a human …

The words echoed in El’Rion’s ears again and again.

His powerful body began to break apart, vanishing into the sands of time. He crumbled and collapsed, a guttural chuckle coming from his lips.

He honestly couldn’t remember the last time he laughed, but it was hard not to right now.

A Human wiping out the two most powerful Races in Existence with a word and a touch. It was comical, was it not?

The worst part was that he had said enough to explain how it happened, and yet he still couldn’t understand. Was the gap between himself and Leonel truly so large?

What happened to giving him time to catch up? When had he even had the time to surpass him, the greatest genius of the Pluto, by such a large margin?

”Oh…”

El’Rion’s voice rumbled one last time.

And then he laughed again.

The Pluto gained their power due to a favor, and they lost it all the same way. Maybe that was what they deserved.

Who would have thought that from the very beginning, they were just set up to be pawns?

The last of El’Rion’s head vanished into a dusty ash, sprinkling out into the world until there was nothing at all left of him.

The Void and Pluto Race were no more.

…

Leonel’s spear continued to howl, so eager for battle it trembled in his palm itself.

”Why aren’t you doing what you do best yet?” Leonel asked lightly. ”My uncle, my master. When are you planning on using them? The Invalids, go ahead and have them charge. The Ancient Humans, I’m sure you have your own plans for them, do you not? Show me what your chessboard has left on it.

”Because if there’s nothing else… I’ll be taking your head right here and now.”

Leonel raised his spear, aiming it at the Demoness’ head. His blade was eerily still right then, so still one would have thought that time came to a complete and utter stop.

And beneath their powerful Dream Force… that might as well have been exactly what happened.

”I thought… that you had come to understand…” the Demoness said lightly.

”In this world, there are no Gods. If there were, life would be completely meaningless.”

The pupils of the Demoness shook, and she looked up to meet Leonel’s gaze.

”Wrong. You just aren’t strong enough. I will be.”

The aura of the Demoness changed.

For the first time, her smile vanished.