Dimensional Descent

 Didn't Care

All of this information were things that Leonel wasn't in the know about. And honestly speaking, he probably wouldn't care very much.

It was just unfortunate that killing and defaming a Pluto after death like he had weighed much more substantially than he currently knew.

The Pluto's body was unbothered even by Time itself.

This seemed unimportant other than the strength provided. But this was the very key to everything.

After the death of a Pluto, its body was sacred precisely because it was unaffected by time. The Pluto could return their kind to their tombs and incorporate them into a network that would help to further strengthen their Race into the future.

In the past, this was only a matter that would impact the Pluto and no one would care. But now... it. was related to a secret that was woven into the very fabric of Existence itself.

What much of the world didn't know was that Existence was much closer to destruction than any of them knew. The real reason the Northern Star had yet to descend and destroy everything was because of the Pluto.

Every time a Pluto died, their bodies were preserved and sent back, being incorporated into the formation. This would increase the longevity of Existence by piggybacking off of the timelessness of the Pluto Race themselves.

It was only after this ritual began that the Pluto Race's body went from just sacred to them and their kind, to reaching realms where they were Sacred to everybody.

Of course, this sort of respect didn't stop the likes of the Void Race from targeting them. And this was because the Pluto had no need to be the overlord Race in order for their corpses to be used in

such a way.

However, killing them was one thing... snatching away their bodies and stopping them from being used in this ritual was a completely different matter.

And that was exactly what Leonel had just done.

Most didn't understand the underlying secrets of these matters. But everyone grasped the sacred nature of a Pluto's corpse.

Leonel's actions were tantamount to infuriating not just the Pluto Race, but every power in Existence.

And the thing was, even if he did know... it would only mean two things to him.

The first was that he would feel as though this was the real reason why everyone was so nonchalant about the end of Existence. They were probably waiting for the Pluto to make this very move here so that they'd have a chance to kill them in droves and add to this formation.

And second...

Ile still didn't give a damn.

The Pluto and the powers of Existence had no right to dictate to him what he would do.

They couldn't stop him even if they wanted to, nor would he allow them to stop him.

Leonel took a glance at the kneeling Pluto that was still more than half a body taller than him.

A smile tugged at his lip as he found a chair and sat. He reclined, clasping his hands behind his head and putting his feet up.

This was precisely the change he was waiting for. Now, it was just time to take advantage.

All across Existence, Pluto looked into the skies as though feeling like they had just had a part of themselves stripped away.

It was an odd feeling that most of them had never felt before. In fact, there wasn't a single living member of the Pluto that had.

However, the sharpest of them were able to guess what it was that happened. And when they did.... They were absolutely furious.

"Who died?"

The language of the Pluto sounded like rumbling thunder and roaring dragons. It was the kind of domineering cadence that could only be spoken by those with bodies as powerful as theirs. The last time Leonel had tried to speak their language, his throat was shredded to pieces. In fact, back then, it was a lot worse than that. His head had almost imploded under the pressure.

Ger'Ain stood with a fierce expression, his gaze flickering with a deadly momentum.

By his side, El Rion stood, his emotions unreadable. But then again... for this guy, it had always been the case.

"No need to check. It's certainly Jones!"

There was a rumbling cold to El'Rion's voice.

"Impossible," Ger'Ain said. "They wouldn't dare!

"He would dare, El'Rion replied just as indifferently.

El Rion had warned them about Leonel, but it was better if he hadn't said anything at all.

Instead, they chose to take it as a challenge. Jo'Anes had always had an inferiority complex and didn't like the fact that someone younger than him was warning him out of kind intentions, and this was the ultimate result.

Now, this matter would be blown out of proportion. He even had a small feeling that someone with Dream Force had manipulated Jo'Anes.

The Pluto had Dream Force experts, but honestly they were far more like the Rapax than they were like the Fawkes. In terms of Dream Force, they were mostly immune and it took someone extremely

powerful in this Force to do anything to them.

However, they could easily be susceptible to it.

Only a Pluto would know that though they were extremely powerful, ironically their great power came with equally large amounts of responsibility.

The rules that bound them were more than any other Race, and because of that, they were

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Of course, El'Rion had no proof. It could just as easily be that Jo'Anes' inferiority had kicked in again. But if it was someone in the background, they had certainly succeeded.

Because the Pluto were pissed now.

Leonel didn't even move. In fact, after he began to recline, he actually started to nap as though he

wasn't worried about the time limit of Jo'Anes' summon at all. He didn't seem to find subduing a Pluto to be shocking or worthy of extra thought.

Right then, the skies began to rumble. With his eyes still closed, Leonel's lip curled.