Dimensional Descent

While everyone was distracted, Leonel had already moved, making it to Conrad and James in a few steps and grabbing a side of the latter's collar himself. Another person might have chosen to fight off Conrad first, but Leonel was well aware how foolish such a choice was.

No matter what just happened, securing James' safety came first. No matter what happened between them, James was still his best friend. And, luckily, he had the now darkened lights on his side.

As expected, Conrad wasn't able to react. Seeing that Leonel now had a firm grip on James himself, he could only let go, allowing Leonel to pull James up.

"Leo…?" James' words slurred.

It was only now that Leonel realized James had actually been unconscious. It was likely his head that had smashed the window apart, it wouldn't be surprising if he was diagnosed with a concussion. Coupling that with the fact he was drunk and it was a recipe for disaster.

"Heeey, maaan. You're late, my sister-in-law was waiting on yoouu…"

Leonel sucked in a cold breath through his teeth when James heavily leaned on him. He was really in no shape to be taking on such a burden, but he still carried him out, letting him sit on the couch.

"Chef, do you have any gas burners back there? We need some light." Leonel called out.

The Four-Star Chef who had not said a word even when James' life was on the line finally looked a bit shaken. He didn't seem to know what was going on.

"… Yes… We use a blow torch for the finishing touches of certain dishes…"

He absentmindedly fumbled through the dark, pulling out the draw of a hidden compartment to take the torch he was speaking of. But, before he could think to hand it to Leonel, it happened.

In that few minutes, it felt that the planet would collapse. A cacophony of booms so loud Leonel had no choice but to cover his ears sounded. The earth beneath their feet trembled fiercer, the building swaying wildly from left to right.

It was then that Leonel froze. He didn't need to think to know what was causing this…

The Paradise Islands!

'Dad…'

A bout of worry seized Leonel's chest. No Paradise Islands were allowed to have routes that crossed over important landmarks. The top ten Academies, government buildings, and historical landmarks all fit this description. So, they were safe, for better or worse.

However, Leonel didn't care about his own safety. He was worried about his father.

Higher class Paradise Islands like the ones him and his father lived on had several safety features in case an event just like this one happened, however they weren't perfect by any stretch of the imagination. This was especially so considering the scope of this power outage.

fact. If their island crashed into some of the high rise skyscrapers first, it could slow its descent enough to save his father's life. These skyscrapers were exactly the very last line of

Leonel could only

immediately run out of here, even leaving Aina behind. However, before everything happened, their wrist watches had warned of a Class 9 Code Red. It was very obvious

hands firmly clasped over his ears. It was lucky that their buildings were built with the highest earthquake technology, or there was no way it would have lasted this

often of the Paradise Islands above their heads. They would occasionally

this time, with each crashing boom, they became more and more aware that each represented the deaths of countless innocent

floor lobby along with mute sobs almost completely obscured

of had yet to even begin, yet billions had already died. What kind of

bearings looked toward Leonel with unconcealed pity. Even though he had closed his eyes and clenched his jaw, keeping his visage expressionless as he covered his ears, they knew well what

if their families were affluent enough to have a home on the surface, not all of them were able to have a home in

it was only now that they had become aware of just how many of those islands hovered above their heads… of just how many lives they hadn't even cared for to

Leonel began to work as though nothing had happened. He carefully took James' shirt off, being mindful to support

of glass on

torch from the Four-Star Chef, Leonel borrowed a few scented candles from a resident of the

had on standby for the game were still here, or if they had left to their homes. After all, it had been over an hour, approaching two, since

back as best he could, he slowly removed pieces of glass stuck in his flesh. Finally, he

"Love you, man…"

faded, only to be replaced by his light snoring soon after. Those here couldn't help but think he was

smiled and shook his head, his gaze turning empty for a moment. What should

the best answer was to stay put. Everyone else knew as well. As one of the protected zones, they could obviously be among the

that he had no real evidence for this being the case. It was just that… how could the mighty Ascension Empire which unified Earth not be ready for such a

something that caused this outage actively. It wasn't

have room and board. The academy also stockpiles several years worth of food in an abundance

bad is that the campus is current above its usual carrying capacity due to the game and the after party. Also, without power, the large freezers will slowly lose their heat. It'll be even faster if people are

is enough to last a month easily before they start to go bad, no one would think that the Empire would

another part understood that unless people had evidence

Leonel didn't want to deal with any of this. He only wanted to go and see if his father

can't stand

there a second longer. Usually such a mess of vomit would be cleaned easily with their high-tech. But, this was obviously impossible now. It wasn't even a guarantee

Conrad from walking away, and why would

that Conrad wasn't destined

the foundation was too shaken by the previous earthquakes and that the dormitory was collapsing. But in the next instant, he saw something he would never

read the description of one, but he had a vivid enough imagination to know that if there ever was a spatial tear, it would look exactly like this. Maybe the only thing that deviated from his

its black, starry innards, the way it seemed to have no, and