Dimensional Descent

 My King!

The Pluto was forced a step back by a light push of Leonel's palm, and at that moment, all the control the Pluto had over the world was stripped away.

He barely had time to realize what was happening and to be shocked about it when Leonel's palm continued forward, smashing into his chest.

The wind fell into silence once again. But this time, it was even more exaggerated. There seemed to be a lull of a full three seconds as though Leonel was allowing the Pluto to understand that these were the final moments of his life.

BANG!

A sudden cyclone of energy ripped its way out of the Pluto's back, so forceful and so fast that the wound lagged behind it. Only after the booming explosion did a gaping hole appear in his chest.

Leonel smiled, waving as the Pluto's gaze dimmed.NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

To the credit of the Pluto, he died standing. Even the force wasn't able to blow him off his feet as though his legs were filled with lead.

However, Leonel wasn't inclined to give anyone who wanted to kill him credit.

'A time-based simulation ability, huh? So that's how..."

Leonel had an idea before, but now he was certain. This man had a Time affinity like most of the geniuses of the Pluto did. But they all manifested in different ways.

This man had a more auxiliary ability. It was similar to Elorin's ability, but without the ability to pick and choose causalities. Instead, he could only peer into them ahead of time and take contingencies based on them.

The fact that this person would choose to sneak around made sense. After all, preparation and scheming was the best way to make use of his abilities. But in the end, he had suffered for it.

Well, he had just targeted the wrong person. The World Spirit of this world was under his control. The Pluto thought that he had already factored this into his calculations, but he had underestimated just how much control Leonel had because he could not fundamentally account for King Force...

But honestly speaking, King Force was only a small aspect of what happened here. The real reason he couldn't comprehend it was because of the way the World Spirit listened to him as if it had naturally chosen him when he hadn't.

The Pluto had no way of knowing that his mother could pass on her legacy to him in this way, and the result was that he had suffered for it.

'But that was interesting. Do the Pluto have a natural ability to do that?'

There was no reason the Pluto should have been able to control the world like that. It was almost like they had a natural instinct to do what the Brazinger family Heirloom. "They're more powerful than I thought, it seems!

Leonel suddenly grinned as he raised a hand. "[Arise]"

He spoke the words casually, but they alone were like a bomb being set off in the minds of those that heard it. And soon, it was like a bomb had shaken the entire God Realm.

There was no surprise that a Pluto would have protections against the Fawkes Lineage Factor... but so what?

A crown appeared above Leonel's head and his now deep violet hair whipped about wildly.

Deep within the Ascension Empire, Gervaise slowly opened his eyes, a deep emerald glow flashing within them.

One of his fingers twitched, but then for an inexplicable reason, he looked over to his beautiful wife. She was busy, knitting away at what must have been the thousandth set of clothes.

These weren't just for the baby in her belly, but also for her future grandchild as well. She had no idea what its gender would be, but she seemed content to make sets for both. Regardless, it was a way to spend the day.

She had no interest in increasing her strength any longer, and yet she smiled more now than ever before. She was well and truly content.

Gervaise watched her for a long while, and she seemed entirely oblivious to his gaze. After a long while, his finger lowered and he closed his eyes, returning to his meditation.

Leonel's aura continued to climb until it reached a peak. In that moment, he seemed like a man of energy, like the Father of Spirituals.

His hair became a foggy violet light, his eyes didn't seem to have separations between their whites, pupils, and irises, and his body seemed to glow with an enigmatic light.

King Force surged, and the world shook.

Leonel suddenly felt as though a powerful gaze had landed on him. However, his lip just curled.

He already knew people would interfere. In fact, he even had thoughts that his own grandfather might.

"Scram."

BANG!

The aura shattered apart.

There were very few people left in this world that could stand up to Leonel's Dream Force... trying to stop him from afar on top of that?

They were overestimating themselves.

A Pluto soul was stripped out of his body, and Leonel almost tilted forward.

There was a great force coming from the soul. It wasn't that there was another hidden protective mechanism, but rather that...

It was just so heavy.

Leonel never thought that he would describe a soul this way. It was almost like it was trying to sink him into an abyss.

Still, Leonel's smile didn't fade as he unleashed a roar and pulled up.

The rest of the soul was ripped up, his crown shining bright and brighter.

And then, the soul solidified.

Wreathed in an armor of solid violet, the Pluto fell to a knee.

Existence shook as though it was witnessing something unnatural, and at that moment, Leonel's King Force seemed to become several times more powerful.

The Pluto respectfully bowed its head, a slight struggle flashing for only a moment before it was ruthlessly suppressed.

Then, he crossed an arm over his chest, and his voice echoed like a thunderous boom.

"My King!"