Dimensional Descent

 So What?

"Finished?" Leonel spoke to Anastasia.

It had been over a week since Leonel's last battle, and he had been forced to sit with his rage for a long while. But he knew that he didn't have much of a choice.

Being too eager right now would have the opposite effect. His killing intent had already leaked into the Dream Plane, and it could be said that most Dream Force experts were waiting for the other shoe to drop. But the number that knew it was him should be zero.

Leonel was no longer the same vulnerable young man he was in the past. Although he had yet to form a Dharma, his Dream Force had already reached the very limits of the Creation State. There didn't exist anyone in the world that could manipulate or see through his mind as they pleased… at least not without him noticing.

One shouldn't misunderstand what a Dharma and Idol were. Technically, the Peak of the Creation State was already the extreme of Force control, there was nothing beyond it. Rather than being a type of Force comprehension, one's Dharma or Idol were just extensions of oneself and one's understanding of oneself.

If the Creation State was the pinnacle of understanding the world, the Idol was the pinnacle of understanding oneself and carving out a place in the world that even Existence couldn't ignore.

This was all to say that Leonel's Dream Force comprehension right now might not be unmatched in power, but in terms of understanding the ins and outs of the Force, there was no one who was beyond him.

"Yes, but a lot has changed. It took too long. By the time I got to the end, the beginning had changed…" Anastasia replied, feeling a bit guilty.

The Inbetween World was too volatile, and temporary islands didn't last for long. It took Anastasia over a week to finish, so it was to be expected that much of the original landscape had already changed.

"That's okay, I expected as much already. Send it to my mind."

Even if there was a change, there would be a pattern to take advantage of. If one's temporary island was destroyed, the likelihood they would create another in the vicinity was high.

In addition, construction on an island definitely started long before one collapsed. So there would even be clues to where the next one might be even if they weren't so lazy.

"Are you sure?" Anastasia was taken aback. Usually, she had to filter out what she was seeing so that she wouldn't overwhelm Leonel's mind. But now it seemed he was asking for all of it.

Leonel smiled lightly. "Don't worry. My mind now is no longer the same as in the past."

"… Okay."

Though hesitant, Anastasia ended up complying. Ultimately, she still had some blind faith in Leonel. Because of her mental limitations, she didn't even think to start slow just in case, she just did as she was told.

Leonel hadn't wasted his hundred years of torture. That much was obvious considering his new strength, but an unexpected boon of that time were the changes to his mind.

His soul underwent constant tempering. He was forced to breakthrough in his own willpower again and again, and that directly translated to his Dream Force…

Respect and Persistence.

It was perfectly in line with his Dream Force Path. Although he wasn't able to comprehend a Dharma, that was one, because he hadn't been at the pinnacle of the Creation State at the time to begin with, and two, because of the Time Warp.

After Leonel left, not to mention triggered his Persistence again after battering against his grandfather's barrier, he broke into the Peak Creation State and all of those locked insights came flooding out at once.

It was a different sort of accumulation, and it could be said that Leonel was a bit lucky that his Dream Force could be progressed in this way, otherwise it would have been easy for his insights to become twisted by the time warp.

In the end, his Dream Force couldn't be described simply at all… in fact, this actually made it much harder for him to form a Dharma in the future because his Dream Force had simply become too powerful.

But it was also this power that gave him the capability to finally withstand Anastasia's computational ability.

Leonel sat in silence for a long time, his eyes almost dull. For a moment, Anastasia was actually worried that his soul had been obliterated.

But soon, Leonel's gaze brightened up and a powerful aura exuded from him.

This powerful aura was tempered and restrained quickly as he slowly stood to his feet.

With a step, Leonel began to gather up his brothers.

"We're going on a mission, boys," Leonel said.

"Doesn't sound like a normal mission."

Leonel grinned. "It isn't."

With a wave of his hand, he was once again wearing their uniforms, a sniper rifle appearing on his back and thick black military gear bathing him from head to toe. Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Haha!" Raj laughed to the skies. "Put me in, coach!"

"Those bastards dared to touch my little nephew…" Arnold surprisingly spoke, catching everyone off guard. Then, everyone burst into laughter at once.

"Arnold, dammit, you don't even know what the gender is yet."

Miland gave Arnold, who was already embarrassed about his little slip up, a heavy slap on the back. The big guy could only rub his nose.

"Look at him, to think the Russian mob boss would be looking forward to being an uncle. This is adorable," James spoke between bellies of laughter.

Leonel smiled, hints of warmth and coldness flashing through his eyes.

It was the same for all of his brothers. They seemed to be laughing now, but they were truly all truly infuriated.

The enemies they were facing had no morals, no bottom line, no sense of humanity. In that case, why should they care at all?

Leonel was a man who would rather save a child than give himself great power. He always had lines he would never cross…

But since they had taken things so far, so what if they all became Demons?