It was too easy. So much so that it was difficult to take pride in any of it at all.
And Leonel didn't feel that he should.
The people of these Incomplete Worlds were too inferior to what Leonel had already experienced in the outside world. The fact they didn't stand a chance didn't surprise him.
His Crafts were orders of magnitude stronger than their own. His strength was even more exaggerated by comparison. His schemes were somehow even more suffocating that than for no other reason than the fact he found manipulating their Dream Force to be far too easy.
The only worry Leonel had was that this sort of speedy reversal was practically putting a target on his forehead, screaming to the mountain tops that he was likely one of the three who had bought the information.
But after doing a cost-benefit analysis, he felt that biding his time too much would only be a detriment to him.
He only had three years, and a month of that was already gone.
