Leonel took a breath, looking up into the skies as an overwhelming amount of power flooded into him.

This was the real reason he had come to the Idol Battlefield. Though the changes to his Weapon Forces were a pleasant surprise, his first and foremost goal had always been to improve his Dimensional level as quickly as possible.

The trouble with doing that was that he required far too much energy, more than most could even begin to fathom.

Just now, he took the entire Blessing of a monument, meant to be split between over a dozen people, all for himself. And yet, he technically only moved up three Tiers. If not for Aina's calculations and a timely use of a Sylvan Heart, he wouldn't have been able to break through into the Eighth Dimension.

Now, he felt that his forward progress had slowed even more substantially. He doubted that he could even reach Tier 2 even if he claimed an entire other monument for himself, and there were a limited number of monuments to begin with.

Even between the new ones like Drake's Gun Force, or Ramon's spear-hammer fusion Force, Valore Force, there were still only just over a dozen monuments here.

If just one couldn't even get him to Tier 2, it felt like his hopes of bounding toward the Ninth Dimension through the use of the Idol Battlefield was a hopeless case.

Plus, he couldn't also steal blessings from his own brothers. He needed them to be powerful as well. There was only so much that he could do all on his own.

Leonel exhaled his deep breath, his gaze calm.

If he was bound to be stuck in the Eighth Dimension anyway... that was fine.

The fact that he had made it here to begin with meant that whatever sliver of a chance these people had had before no longer remained.

If he was so powerful at the Seventh Dimension...

How powerful was he now?

Leo and Leah were still at a loss for words. By now, they had a great understanding of power and its scaling. They had been training practically ever since they were born. And that was enough to tell them one very important thing...

They were no match for their father at all.

Maybe that should have been obvious to them, but maybe due to them gaining some of their father's bad habits, they were just a little bit too confident in themselves.

But now they could really feel it. That gap.

For Leah especially, she felt like the moment Leonel grabbed onto a bow, it was as though hers didn't even want to listen to her anymore. It was like she was suddenly trying to hold a pencil with her off-hand.

It looked so much more natural in her father's hand, as though the bow was always meant to be there. And no matter how hard she looked, she couldn't quite pick up on what the difference was.

It was so complex in its simplicity that it left her little head spinning.

"Wow..." the twins said wide-eyed.

But then their father ruined it all with a look and a wink.

The twins were stunned before Leonel started laughing. Maybe his two little kids thought that this was a serious situation that should be treated as such. But for Leonel...

He didn't see the Idol Battlefield like that at all.

This was a place for children, a place his grandfather didn't even care about enough to show up in, a place he was certain that many others had the very same emotions above.

He was a father now. How could he play around with children? Wouldn't that bring him down to their level?

At that point, he'd have to start asking Leo and Leah to feed him.

If he struggled in this place, he might as well hand his head over to the Demoness right here and now.

Leonel took a step and appeared off of the Bow monument.

The Regulator tried to send down another command, but a fierce Domain had already appeared around Leonel, swirling in colors of violet, red, and gold. Half of him seemed steeped in darkness while the other was so radiant and beautiful that he seemed to become a star of his own in the middle of the skies.

"A lot of you have grudges against me, but that's fine." Leonel said with a grin. "I have a lot of grudges against you too. So how about we lay it all out on the table?"

Leonel's spear swept to the side as he strapped his bow to his back. The spear tip leveled out at the most powerful of the Sylvans he could find, a woman with a head of flowing branches that almost looked like writhing snakes.

"I've eaten more Sylvan Hearts than I care to count."

He swept out his spear again, landing in a group of Void Race members. In specific... Lui'Shae, Shan'Rae's elder brother and supreme genius of the Void Race.

"I can practically smell the rage on you. Let me guess, are you related to Shan'Rae? Interesting. She was very obedient when she died for my sake."

Leonel's wrist flickered and his spear pointed toward a member of the Barbarian Race that he shouldn't have recognized at all.

"You've lost weight, Talon. Did you think I wouldn't recognize you if your belly wasn't. spilling over your pants? How was imprisonment? Wasn't I a good warden?"

Every word Leonel spoke came with an even more towering aura, as though he was responding to the pressure of being hated by so many.

The fiendish light in his eyes only grew as his momentum did, his spear landing in a group of Beastmen, and then flickering to land on the group of Ancient Humans.

"I don't care much for Beastmen, just stay in your lanes. The spear isn't the weapon for you. But you Ancient Humans... even if you don't attack me, I will attack you. I can't stand any one of you."

Leonel's voice grew to the pitch of a roar as his spear finally landed on the final group.

The Pluto.

El Rion.

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