Dimensional Descent

Ancient

Leonel's smoldering fury still flickered in his eyes. He gave a look toward the old man's statue and swung out once, destroying it.

The Idol Battlefield shook with rage and indignation, but Leonel didn't even bother to dignify it with a response.

Now, in this long corridor, there was only one statue.

Velasco stood tall and proud with a pair of glasses on his face, his expression haughty enough to look down on the world.

It was the expression he deserved to have, one that Leonel had always hoped for him. Had his father been allowed to step onto the world stage, just how powerful would he have been able to become? What Leonel didn't know was that he wasn't supposed to kill that old man. He was very different from the other spirits as he was part of a man who was very much still living and breathing.

Of course, that wasn't the man's true body... but he had had a lot to tell Leonel, a lot to tell him about things that could very well be quite important.

But now...

In a deep corner of the Idol Battlefield, an old man opened his eyes with a flicker of rage. However, he shook his head and sighed soon afterward. He was getting too old for this.

"You're awake, Old Spear? What happened?"

A voice echoed out into the endless darkness.

"I don't want to talk about it! Old Spear grumbled.

"Hohoho, you lost? Let me see, let me see!

There was a pause before an uproarious laughter echoed. The laughter continued for such a long time that Old Spear's suppressed rage was starting to come back. But before he could even try and settle it down again, it became a chorus as several more voices joined in.

Clearly, they had all been awoken by the commotion and started to rewind time to watch as well.

They had never seen Old Spear suffer such a loss, and it wasn't a surprise that it was Old Sword that was laughing the hardest.

"I can't breathe, Gods!" Old Sword was practically popping a lung,

Old Spear sneered. "Laugh now, but have you forgotten what the last phase of the Idol Battlefield is?"

The laughter slowly waned. Indeed, this was a huge problem.

Old Sword eventually snorted. "It won't be a problem. The child has truly enraged the Regulator now. Whether or not he can even make it to cause me problems is still up in the air!"Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

"The child is truly a bit too unruly! The voice of an old woman echoed. She was Old Dagger. "There isn't much we can do now that he's already on this path. And there are many things he doesn't know!'

"He should have been a saber wielder. I like him!" Old Saber guffawed.

"This is why all your chosen die!"

"Fuck you, Old Glaive!

The banter of the old-timers continued for a while. It seemed that they had all missed having an excuse to talk like this.

The most silent among them was Old Spear. He could feel the seriousness of the matter.

"... The end of Existence is coming and the Ancient Humans have appeared once again. It was they who set the path of the Northern Star, and now it is much too late to reverse. They will certainly monopolize a great deal of treasures.

"Still harping on these matters. What good is it? It's all irrelevant by now. Just let the Northern Star come down and destroy everything. Let the world be born anew on the other side. I've grown tired of being changed here like some sort of dog!

The old-timers were indeed the progenitors of the strongest Weapon Forces in Existence... but what no one knew was that after their deaths, they didn't pass on like everyone else.

Instead, they were captured by the Regulator of the Idol Battlefield...

And what was even less known was the fact that the creation of the Idol Battlefield was thanks to the so-called Ancient Humans.

Many would likely be shocked to find out that the Spirituals were descendants of the Human Race. The Human Race was so simple and they lacked any sort of real talent when it came down to it. The idea that a Mortal Race with such potential would come from them would shock the world. There was a reason they had managed to keep it a secret for so long.

Everyone knew that if the Spirituals were given enough time, they would definitely make it to Demi-Godhood and eventually true Godhood; their potential was just that great.

The only reason they had tried to microwave their success was because the pressure of the God Realm was becoming too strong. With the Cullings becoming more frequent and deadly, even the Demi-Gods were starting to feel like they might be targeted next, let alone the Mortal Races.

The Spiritual Race felt, then, that they didn't have the time to grow slowly like every other God Race had.

In the end, they ended up offending Leonel because of their attempts at speeding up their progress. But maybe this was a good thing for them. There were certainly a great number of people who didn't want to see the Spirituals rise up at all. More competition wasn't something that these people were a fan of.

However... if you asked these old-timers here, not a single one of them would be shocked. That was because all of them were Human. The Progenitors of each one of the Weapon Forces on the Idol Battlefield was precisely that.

When the Idol Battlefield was said to be a matter for "humanoids, that was simply a whitewashing of the truth of events. The reality was that it was built by humans, for humans. And that would always

be the case.

It was just that, somehow, every time the Idol Battlefield closed... this fact would be forgotten by those that partook in it.

But that was hardly the most shocking part...

Another reason they wouldn't be so surprised was because it wasn't just the Spirituals descended from humans...

Almost every single Humanoid God Race in Existence right this moment could trace their lineage

back to the Human Race.....

The Ancient Humans.

The Ancient Humans.