Most of his screaming was just for the theatrics; he had gotten used to pain like this, but that didn't change the fact it really did hurt like hell.
"That was just to 30%?" Leonel asked, huffing out a breath.
"Yup," Aina said, a little too cheerily.
Aina had said that he could only bring out 10% of his Northern Star Lineage Factor's strength because the way he wanted to use it wasn't really compatible with what it was designed to do.
Essentially, the Northern Star Lineage Factor was designed to elevate the mind and grant affinity for powerful Forces. The amplification of the body was secondary to those effects, so the fact that Leonel was trying to use it to purely do that was like trying to ask the sun to cool something down.
Technically it could just by moving away further, but that wasn't what it was really designed to do.
Either way, Leonel had managed to triple the strength of his body in a short time. Well... somewhat. He still needed to absorb the resources he would need to fill in those gaps. He had only absorbed enough for 10%, now he needed enough for 30%.
That was fine, though. With Aina's strength and his own, they didn't even have to trade for the resources from the Dream Pavilion. Whether it was the Human Bubbles or the Demon Bubbles, they assaulted them all until Leonel was filled to the brim with Fourth Dimensional Mine Cores once again.
The two bounced ideas off of one another and improved by leaps and bounds for what felt like every second. While the world was practically imploding around them, they moved about without a care.
Then, the two returned to the Segmented Cube and broke the news to everyone. There was an eruption of cheers and celebration, and they seemed to forget about their own training for the sake of hanging around and partying.
'Genocide, huh... I would call you all cowards, but at this point even the Gods themselves are cowards, so how can the mortals be blamed?'
Leonel looked up into the skies lost in thought while Aina reclined in his arms. They both wore white like a true pair of newlyweds, basking in everyone's happiness as they did their own.
"Hey, wife. What do you say to killing a few demons as a warm-up?"
Aina, who didn't even open her eyes, grinned.
"I thought you'd never ask."
Leonel didn't react as Aina suddenly vanished. He kept leaning on the tree, looking up at the beautiful blue skies and listening to the jokes and jeers of his brothers.
In a pit of mud not too far away, Milan and Arnold were locked in a very tight skinship... well, they called it wrestling but if you closed your eyes and listened to the grunting, it sounded like something very much different.
Leonel laughed to himself. "Kiss already!"
"Fuck you, cap!" Milan grunted as he was suddenly swept off his feet and his back careened into the muddied ground.
The laughing and jeering continued without a word until a beauty suddenly returned, descending from the skies not much unlike a fairy would. The only difference was that she held a bloodied head in her hand.
Somehow, that head, even within how grotesque it was outside of the dripping blood, didn't take away from her grace at all.
She just threw it to the side and returned to her husband's arms.
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