**BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!**

There was a certain violence to the battle ax at the moment, something that seemed to seep into the world around it and savagely break apart everything.

Leonel casually swung it and cracks of crimson appeared across space everywhere it passed.

After seeing Nana in action, he realized something else. As good as Nana’s Heirloom was for her own Ability Index, the Brazinger Heirloom might be even better for his own.

“Silence.”

Leonel spoke lightly as suddenly a span of thousands of kilometers was blanketed by a stretch of jagged crimson runes. All at once, the sounds of the world fell to silence, and when Nana gasped in shock, fear struck her when she realized she couldn’t hear her own words.

The result was as expected.

Much like the body had limits, so too did the world. A planet in an Incomplete World had limited lifespans, so too did stars. In Complete Worlds, those lifespans were far longer, but they existed as well.

World Spirits and Regulators existed as a form of regulation for worlds much the same as Blood Force did for humans. They were all filters to stop a world or a body from rushing to expend all its Life Force at once.

In fact, it could be said that this was even more important for a world because it had even more to manage.

The people born in a world had to be given an equal amount of potential, and when they died their potential had to be taken back from the world.

There needed to be a balance of Force Herbs born and powerful landscapes created. It could even be said that if there wasn’t any regulation, there would be nowhere people could even live because the landscapes would be too powerful.

Because of these protections, worlds were exceptionally resistant to change.

They protected their Earth Force stringently, making Earth Force one of the most difficult Forces to make use of. And that only made sense. After all, Earth Force was what laid the foundation that allowed Forces to remain bound to a world.

And by extension of this, whenever Leonel cast an Edict or tried to influence a world with his Dream Force, he was fighting against the world itself.

With their regulations in place, how could a world allow him to change it so easily?

And that was where the Brazinger family Heirloom came into play. If he used it to influence a world, breaking its hold on the Life Force around, it would be far easier to manipulate it as he pleased.

What Leonel had never imagined was that this was even possible to begin with.

‘The Self… I see…’

The Self Path was self-created by his father, it was something that shouldn’t exist in this world at all.

However, it seemed that whoever Crafted these Heirlooms had reached such an extreme of the Life Path that they were able to cross over and touch the edges of his father’s Self Path.

The Self Path was the only thing that could allow this. No matter how great a Life Grade Weapon, it was something that was in line with the laws of the world, it couldn’t create its own world or its own laws, it had to rely on what already existed.

This also meant something else…

Leonel didn’t have to reach the level of skill of this Crafter just yet in order to replicate the feat on a smaller scale. Even if the scale wouldn’t be the same, the power surely wouldn’t be able to be ignored.

If Leonel applied this properly, his Crafts would take another enormous leap forward.

As for the battle ax… well, since his wife wasn’t fighting any battles for now, he might as well borrow it for a bit.

He wasn’t worried about its shape. If there was anything the Spear Domain Ring had taught him, it was that a spear had too many forms it could take.

He had seen “spears” that were more like crooked branches, ones that looked more like glaives, double-headed ones, ones that even extended from chains…

They were too numerous in shape and size.

What decided whether something was a spear or not wasn’t the form, it was how it was wielded and the heart of its wielder.

**SHIIIING!**

A ring appeared around the base of the blade, a golden light getting out in between the double blades to form a point. Suddenly, it looked more like a halberd than a spear.

Leonel casually thrust out and…

**BANG!**

The net of crimson that covered thousands of miles shattered to pieces, motes of light falling high from the skies.

Leonel pulled back and rested the ax on his shoulder.

“Well, what’s mine is hers and what’s hers is mine anyway.” Leonel said with a grin.

“That’s not how it works,” Aina’s voice echoed in his head. “It’s what’s yours is mine and what’s mine is mine. I can see you’ve never had a wife before.”

Leonel scoffed. “Would you want me to have?”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

He could practically hear Aina’s scowl in her words.

“I dunno, maybe she would be less selfish.”

“I can be as selfish as I want. It’s hard carrying a child.”

Leonel’s lip twitched. They weren’t even through month one just yet and Aina was really milking this.

Funny enough, it probably wasn’t her fault. Other mothers wouldn’t feel any drain for at least a few months. Well, other than some sickness from time to time.

But then there was Aina who was practically giving all of her Life Force to their child from the very start.

“Fine, fine, you win.”

Leonel could already see the rest of his life flash before his eyes. He might never win another argument again.

But that was fine. So long as his child was born plump and healthy…

And for that, some heads would have to roll. They had already long since touched his bottom line… so he was going to eviscerate theirs.