James’ eyes fluttered open only days later. But the first thing he saw was a bare ass that suddenly rippled.

At first, he thought it was a woman; it was just that he didn’t know when his tastes had become so… heavy. Just how drunk was he this time?

But when the fart hit his face… his eyes widened with realization and he shouted.

“FUCK! Raj, you fat **!”

Soon, his yells woke everyone up… only for the realization to dawn on them all.

They were all naked, cuddled up together on soft grass.

They looked toward one another and their eyes all spoke the same silent words.

We tell no one.

Unfortunately, that was when a wheezing laughter came from not too far.

Joel and Leonel stood together, trying to hold back their laughter but finding it harder and harder to do so.

“Dammit!” Raj cursed when he saw the shirts the two had on. It was of all of them lying together naked in a deep sleep.

James’ face was buried into Raj’s ass, Milan and Arnold were locked in a bear hug, even Gil and Franco were locked in a less than holy union.

“Ah, revenge is a dish best served cold,” Leonel said between laughs.

Back then, he and Joel had gotten drunk and ended up hugging each other to go to sleep. They had been dealing with those damned shirts for too long. Now, years later, they finally got their revenge.

Despite the murderous glares, the two couldn’t stop wheezing. They collapsed to the ground, tears coming from their eyes as they laughed and laughed.

**

Leonel was still wiping the tears from his eyes as his brothers began their charge back to the Ninth Dimension.

The reason he had gotten such an opportunity was that they were all out for about a week or so. Much like him, they had lost consciousness for a long while.

In that time, Anastasia and Elrion had managed to revive several thousand members of the Morales.

In fact, as he began to help them reforge their foundations as well, the pace of this only accelerated.

With each one that came back, Leonel found that his unilateral control over the Morales Constellation was slipping.

By extension, he was weakening. However… overall, the Constellation itself was slowly becoming more powerful.

In fact, as he began to help them reforge their foundations as well, the pace of this only accelerated.

The Morales family Lineage Factor had changed and mutated. It was no longer separated into two halves, and now they all had both.

As a result, each one was absolutely perfect to learn Ramon’s Valor Force. They had both the aspects of Crafting and Spearmanship that they needed.

The trouble was that Metal Spirits were too rare.

Only a few hundred to a thousand of the Morales had them to begin with. And obviously, since they had been revived, they hadn’t been able to bring their companions along with them.

As such, their highest and best potentials weren’t being brought out.

Leonel made a mental note to see what he could do about this in the future.

Unfortunately, even after all this time, he hadn’t thought of a better method to automate the process. In the end, he could only take things one at a time.

**

Leonel vanished and appeared within a familiar world. Or, rather, a part of his soul did. It was all too easy for him to do such a thing now.

This world was none other than one of his Inner Worlds.

Soon, he had appeared in the territory of the Sea Gods.

He strolled through the palaces and grounds as though he owned the place…

Because he truly did.

He had been ignoring the people in his Inner World because he didn’t care very much about them. As long as he got the energy from the worlds, what they could and couldn’t do didn’t matter much to him.

He was effectively the God of this world and could do as he pleased with it.

But… wouldn’t it be a shame if such a rare race with so much potential wasn’t properly used?

After testing out his method of Dream Reverse, he knew that he would be more than capable of finding a method that worked on non-humans as well, and that suddenly made this endeavor worthwhile.

He made a casual sweep with his eyes and then looked up.

The Sea Goddess.

She sat on the throne with a wary gaze. With her abilities, she would usually be able to understand what was happening right now. But at the moment, she was completely in the dark.

This man was practically a black hole and he had come here without the slightest effort.

He was far scarier than anyone the Barbarians had ever sent.

Leonel waved a hand and a projection of Talon appeared.

Talon was none other than the Barbarian Race’s young heir and apparently the reincarnated husband of their Ancestor.

He was quite important to the Barbarian Race, and he was certain that they were probably doing their best to eventually get him back.

But unfortunately for them, getting him back was easier said than done… especially after what they had chosen to do after the war.

It was an interesting choice, to be sure. But that likely meant that the “ancestor” he had spoken to didn’t have full and complete control over the entire Race.

That left her husband in a no-man’s land.

“You recognize this guy, right?”

Talon was in a deep sleep, but he was still incredibly lanky, his bulging muscles and round belly nowhere to be seen.

In a way, he was in an even worse state than a certain Dream Asura that was under Leonel’s control.

The Sea Goddess’ pupils constricted, but she didn’t reply.

“I’ve heard the Barbarians say that you’re the path to their evolution. I’m going to take you guys out of here. This time, you’ll be your own path to evolution.

“Be useful to me, and you’ll prosper.

“Betray me, and… well, that’s not really possible.”

Leonel’s lip curled. He was curious to see how the Sea Gods would progress with an endless well of Cleansing Waters at their fingertips.

He wondered if he could fix their weakness.