[Bonus chapter courtesy of Mr. Mostert <3 3/6]
Leonel continued to sit there, staring into space. He didn't really feel depressed, he just felt a bit empty. And then, the anxiety came.
What was he doing? Facing off against Ninth Dimensional experts like he was on the same playing field as them? Was he insane?
These weren't even normal Ninth Dimensional experts either, these were Ninth Dimensional experts that could take someone like Clarence and turn him into a prop-up toy to be skewered and humiliated before the masses.
The moment Leonel had this thought, he felt disgust. This wasn't him. But why did the lines feel so blurred?
The immediate assumption was that his Dream Force was turning him into someone he was not, but this was clearly not the case. He wanted to be confident, he wanted to face off against enemies who scorned him and make them eat their words. That sort of anxiety wasn't something he would have normally.
