The imposing aura Leonel was releasing was resonating and suffocating. Even from such a far-off distance, Annalysia could feel it with impossible clarity.
He realized that no matter how young they were, underestimating a Creation State Dream Master was a fool's errand.
When she had received the information from Wise Sea Order, she had thought that it was a joke. The implication was absolutely ridiculous, and even going back to review the footage of the Gathering of Minds, she still had no idea how Leonel had managed to pull it off.
What it also proved to her was that Leonel wasn't nearly as impulsive as he had made himself seem. In fact, it was almost too obvious that his recklessness was just a persona he used to lower the guards of others.
He had been forced to defend the Vast Dream Pavilion or else the Human Race would lose its last line of protection, and this proved to be fruitful as it was only because of the Dream Pavilion that the last Human Bubble was currently under heavy protection.
But had he not been forced into the spotlight like this... what would have happened? How would he have grown? Would any of them even be able to react by the time he could already stand tall on his own?Follow the latest novels at novel35.com
No... that was the wrong way to think about it because he was already standing tall.
Wasn't that exactly what he was doing here?
A Creation State Force... at not even 30 years old...
There were no more than five such individuals that she knew of who could accomplish such a thing, and every one of them was a Demi-God. Such existences didn't have the right to appear in Mortal Races. As for those above the Demi-God Races, Annalysia simply didn't have the right to know.
"Then how about we let cooler minds prevail?" Annalysia said after a long while. The edge to her voice wasn't completely gone, but the two Barbarian Race men were taken aback that she had actually taken the initiative to yield slightly.
Leonel sneered inwardly, but a smile still surfaced on his face.
"This is, of course, what I would prefer as well. There's no need for us to be at loggerheads."
"Then will you return the Incomplete World and my husband to us?"
"... Let's say I believe you. Why would we go through all this trouble?"
"For one, it's hardly trouble. It would take me at most a year to do this for you. Plus, like I said, I'm better than your Wise Sea Order. Let alone putting it back in the same state, I can make it better. Or..."
"Or?" Annalysia frowned.
Leonel grinned. "Or we don't have to waste our time with any of this shit. If I'm the greatest Crafting talent in Existence, then my wife is the best Force Pill Crafting Talent Existence.
"If you give her two years, she can raise the constitution of your husband to the God Realms. Then we can revisit this."
The pupils of the two Barbarian Race men shrank and Annalysia's consciousness clearly shuddered.
"... You're stalling."
Who hadn't seen Aina's poor Force Pill Crafting performance? It sounded like Leonel was just trying to stall for two years.
However, considering her tone, it was already obvious to Leonel that she believed it, or else she wouldn't sound so unsure.
"Wife, it seems like they want to see something," Leonel looked toward Aina with a grin.
Aina rolled her eyes but still stretched out a hand. The globules and mists of blood that had spread from the two men suddenly surged toward her.
They formed a rotating rose that slowly closed its petals. After just a few seconds, the layers of the rose began to unfurl.
In a beautiful display, a pill took shape at the center, glistening with runes as the rest of the rose wilted to ash.