Dimensional Descent

 Ancestral Zone

Leonel slowly opened his eyes.

It was starting.

It could be said that up until now, the Idol Battlefield was mostly just a test. It was necessary to reach a certain threshold to be allowed to reach this next step. Only then would you be allowed to enter the true Idol Battlefield.

The fact that the corridor was so similar to the Valiant Heart Zone wasn't lost on Leonel. He felt that these things were definitely related. And if he was correct, then what was on the other side of this was to be expected.

Of course, he had his grandfather's descriptions of the battlefield, but while they confirmed his suspicions, what they didn't do was give the exact method of clearance.

But... if Leonel was correct, then he knew exactly what he had to do.

Leonel's vision cleared and he found himself sitting in a small cottage.

As expected, he had once more assumed the life of an unknown entity, slipping into their role seamlessly.

However, his eyes couldn't help but sharpen when a big-bellied woman suddenly came into the room.

'Aina?'

Leonel looked at the Aina look-alike for a long while before he was stunned to find that it wasn't just a look-alike.

He hurriedly stood and caught his wife's arm. She was laboring to move around these days, and she was as fragile as a true mortal.

She took nurturing their child very seriously, so she diverted as much of her Blood Force away from herself as she could manage.

While other mothers who looked this frail would also put the child at risk, it was the opposite for Aina. The more frail she looked, the healthier the baby would be. It could be said that this child was truly getting VIP treatment.

Despite only being in the Third Dimension, they were receiving the full supply of Blood Force and Life Force from an Eighth Dimensional powerhouse like Aina.

"Leonel?" Aina asked softly.

She had just suddenly appeared here, and she found herself carrying around a heavy basket of laundry. She subconsciously walked around until she figured out what was te going on, only to find her husband. Go to Settin

However, she wasn't as certain as Leonel that what was before her was real. She was very wary and almost kept him at arm's length until it clicked for her as well.

She had put a great deal of effort into her Dream Force in these last several months. After the last time their child was targeted, she refused to allow it to happen again. So though she was slower than Leonel, it wasn't by much.

Leonel took the basket of laundry from his wife and took her into his arms.

"Are you alright?"

"Yes, I'm fine," Aina said softly. She was a bit dizzy and disoriented, but other than that, she was fine, and most importantly, the baby was fine.

Leonel held his wife's head to his chest, a flash of rage sparking in his eyes. This was definitely another machination of the Idol Battlefield. Aina was completely uninvolved, and because she was pregnant, he didn't want her anywhere near this battle.

But now, she had been forcefully brought in, and if his thoughts were of any indication, it was impossible for him to send her back.

Leonel suppressed his rage again, exhaling a calm breath.

He sat Aina down and scanned the region with his Dream Force.

He found that he was suppressed to the Third Dimension, but that should be the same for absolutely everyone.

The details of this leg were vague. According to his grandfather, it would be a Zone that would take place over the course of years with an unknown target. Those that failed would be stuck inside forever, just like a usual Sub-Dimensional Zone, But unlike the usual, there were no devices that could read this one and find its purpose.

After checking, Leonel realized that even the Life Tablet was incapable of doing so. But it made sense. The Life Tablet was powerful, but it was ultimately just a treasure with its own individual limits.

By comparison, the Idol Battlefield, though its creation was triggered by the Ancient Humans, was supported by Existence and ruled by a Regulator and World Spirit.

It was a fundamentally elevated existence because of that.

However, Leonel already knew exactly what this Zone needed from him.Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

A Valiant Heart.

Leonel stepped out of the small cottage the two shared, going to the well and drawing up some water. After getting Aina a glass to settle her down, he didn't do much else. In fact, he spent the next few hours with his wife, just talking about things that didn't

matter.

Much of the time was spent trying to think of baby names. She still insisted on not

telling him what the gender was, so he could only fumble around, giving suggestions for both. Eventually, he just started giving out unisex names that would work for both.

No one ever accused him of not being efficient.

Aina chuckled when she noticed his change, but she didn't reprimand him. Leaning her cheek to his shoulder, she could feel at peace. So long as Leonel wasn't worried, why should she?

It had taken her a long time to get there, but there was no one in this world that she trusted more. She believed that no matter what the situation was... Leonel would win.

"Alright," Leonel said after a long while, exhaling. He checked his hand for the millionth time to realize that the Segmented Cube really wasn't with him any longer. He could only hope that Anastasia was alright.

For Aina to be forcefully taken out of the Segmented Cube, she would certainly have not sat idly by. For the Regulator to succeed anyone could only mean that Anastasia had certainly met her match.

"What do you want to do?" Aina asked with a smile that said 'Now you can't get rid of

me.'

I chuckled. "Blood, of course. How else am I going to get a Valiant Heart?"

A Valiant Heart? Leonel had actually already formed it the moment he understood himself intimately. The changes to his Innate Node were hard to describe in a few

words.

But now, this Zone was located in Ancient Times, on an Ancient land where Ancestral Humans grew.

There were no Dimensional Methods, no Force control, and no shocking powerhouses that could overturn the skies with a palm just yet...

All he had to do was make his mark.