Chapter 61

BONUS CHAP!

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Skyfather level.

That term immediately brought a name to Leon's mind.

"Keisha, send me the captured footage," he commanded.

"Yes, it has been transferred."

Boom!

In his mind, a series of memory images appeared. The scene showed the vast, black vacuum of space with Earth floating quietly in the distance. Suddenly, the space around the planet rippled violently, waves spreading out like shockwaves.

Cirrus clouds, swirling in dark colors—black, purple, and green—appeared out of nowhere. But in the next second, there was a sound like shattering glass, and the swirling mass of energy vanished instantly, leaving the area calm once more.

It was as if nothing had ever happened. But Leon knew better—this was no illusion.

As Keisha froze the frame, Leon saw a figure: a bald woman in a yellow mage's robe, holding a folding fan. She appeared and vanished along with the cirrus cloud. The sight of her confirmed Leon's suspicions.

The Ancient One—the Sorcerer Supreme, guardian of Earth for thousands of years. And the dark, sinister presence could only mean one thing: Dormammu, ruler of the Dark Dimension.

It was clear now: Dormammu had attempted to break into this universe, only to be dragged into the mirror dimension by the Ancient One.

"Keisha, can you track them?" Leon asked.

"Yes, I can send you into the mirror dimension using micro-wormhole technology," Keisha replied. "However, the energy there at the moment is extremely intense and chaotic. The captain's physical body may not withstand it. If needed, you can deploy the module defense barrier using Sky Blade, but doing so will alert the participants."

Keisha's ethereal voice echoed in Leon's mind as he contemplated his next move.

If possible, he wanted to witness the battle firsthand. Observing the fight would give him a clearer sense of how wide the gap was between his current power and that of the Skyfather level. But doing so would almost certainly draw the attention of both Dormammu and the Ancient One.

Dormammu was one thing—Leon could deal with being noticed by him—but the Supreme Sorcerer's reaction was what really concerned him. Who knows, perhaps even Odin might notice the disturbance.

Leon's eyes flickered with determination. After a moment of thought, he asked, "Keisha, can the Sky Blade No. 7 support me in launching a god-level strike in that dimension?"

"Absolutely," Keisha responded.

"That's all I need. Send me there."

"Yes."

As soon as Keisha's words faded, Leon's figure disappeared from the rooftop in an instant. When his vision cleared, he found himself in a world unlike anything he had seen before—a different dimension altogether.

The world around him was bathed in dark, suffocating hues of black, purple, and green. The atmosphere felt oppressive, filled with a sense of evil and terror that weighed heavily on his chest. But Leon's gaze was locked far ahead, where the real horror unfolded.

In the distance, a colossal head, made of swirling black energy, spanned tens of millions of kilometers. It emanated an aura of dread so intense, it bordered on despair. The slightest movement of the surrounding dark clouds caused massive ripples that swept across the dimension like a black torrent, threatening to destroy everything in its path.

And in front of this massive, terrifying presence was a lone figure—a woman in a yellow mage's robe, her head covered by a hood. She floated in mid-air, her hands weaving intricate golden magic arrays that shimmered with unimaginable power. These mystical shields clashed fiercely with the dark energy, creating shockwaves that rocked the entire dimension. The sheer force of the battle made the dimension tremble, as if it were on the verge of collapsing.

Leon floated at a distance, shielded by a honeycomb-like defense barrier generated by Sky Blade No. 7. The barrier absorbed the energy blasts that washed over him, keeping him safe from the cataclysmic forces in front of him.

"Recording all data and beginning analysis," Keisha's voice echoed in his mind, pulling Leon from his shock.

As he stared at the titanic battle unfolding before his eyes, he was struck speechless by the sheer scale of it. This was a conflict at the Skyfather level, far beyond anything he had ever encountered.

The energy emanating from the battle was powerful enough to obliterate a planet. At this level of combat, not only would ordinary mortals be instantly annihilated, but even Leon himself found it difficult to just observe. His ability to manipulate elements gave him near-invulnerability on a physical level, but the powers at play here were operating on an entirely different scale—manipulating the very fabric of reality.

The vast torrents of energy could easily disintegrate him in an instant. Despite this, the defensive barriers supported by Sky Blade No. 7 were holding strong, shielding him from the destructive forces surrounding him.

"This is the Skyfather level," Leon thought. The gap between his current power and this monumental scale was clear, and yet, feeling the battle's intensity first-hand filled him with excitement. He realized why beings like the Ancient One scarcely bothered with the affairs of the mortal world—it was beneath their concern.

As Leon silently observed the clash between the Ancient One and Dormammu, something shifted. Both combatants paused, as if by mutual agreement.

Across the vast distance of dozens of kilometers, the Ancient One turned her head, her hooded gaze settling on Leon. A flash of surprise flickered in her eyes.

"It's him... How is he able to appear in the mirror dimension? And that energy... It's unusual." she mused.

From the other side, Dormammu's deep, reverberating voice echoed throughout the dimension. "Oh? Another human? But so weak... as insignificant as an ant."

The Ancient One looked back at Leon, her voice speaking directly into his mind, "Mr. Leon, you are not ready to face power of this level. Leave now. Dormammu has noticed you."

Leon's eyes widened in response, just as Dormammu's wild laughter erupted through the void.

"Hahaha! A mere human, daring to step into this realm. Your courage and talent are commendable, but it's a pity—you must die here."

Boom!

An explosion of dark, malevolent energy erupted, sending a devastating wave of darkness crashing toward Leon. The sheer magnitude of the dark torrent, blotting out the sky, was almost suffocating, a force so overwhelming it seemed to bring with it pure despair.

The Ancient One remained calm, her expression steady as she prepared to intervene against Dormammu's attack. But then, her eyes widened in sudden surprise.

She saw Leon's lips curl into a slight smile as he raised his right hand.

"Keisha, activate Flare Bombing."

Boom!

Instantly, an intense, searing energy gathered above Leon's palm. The power was like a miniature star created with the help of his Glint-Glint Fruit, blazing with a radiant heat that dispelled the consuming darkness in the dimension. The energy rippled outward, and the star Leon had summoned stretched for millions of kilometers in diameter, its heat so extreme that it warped the very fabric of space around it.