Chapter 3139 Babye Leonel's entire chest collapsed as a gloominess sparked between his brows. There was something off about this; he could feel it. Well, he could feel something other than the pain wrecking his body right now. However, he had long since transcended the point where pain alone could affect his thoughts, and his mind was even sharper now after experiencing his almost hundred years of torture. This time, though, it was his Innate Node that saved his life. His heart was no longer a normal heart. Though it had never really been one, especially when his Dream Asura Bloodline was activated, it was especially so now. His heart was no longer even made out of inorganic material and didn't pump in the normal sense either. Rather, it was constructed of the Laws of Existence. He didn't form his new heart himself. Rather, it was because Existence acknowledged the creation of his new Innate Node that his heart was successfully formed. A blow that should have crushed his heart reverberated through his Innate Node instead and was swallowed up as though it had entered a black hole. But that only confused Leonel more. This person seemed to know so much about him, even about techniques he had never explained or bothered to explain to anyone. And yet he didn't know such an important part? Could it be because he had recently incorporated his King's Force into his Innate Node as well? It wasn't on purpose, which was why he hadn't thought of it at first. After he comprehended his King's Force, he had flooded it into every aspect of his body, and his Innate Node was naturally no exception. The reality was that his Innate Node didn't stop at his heart. It could even be said that, in a way, his Innate Node was now his entire body. Though the main body of his Innate Node was his heart, his entire Nodal Pathway had been covered in the same material, including his Nodes. His Nodes didn't have the same potency as his Innate Node, but they all carried the same character, and they could all withstand Weapon Force tearing through his veins. This was the real power of his body. But somehow, this person who knew about an ability as obscure as his Dream Counter—an ability that he hadn't even activated in the face of the Demoness and, in fact, couldn't remember having activated since he was still in the Dimensional Verse—didn't know about this? The only explanation had to be his Violet Force. It was beyond the realms of calculation. It was beyond what his conspirators could account for. Leonel landed heavily against the wall of the factory, another mouthful of blood coming out. And yet, when he slid down, he landed solidly on his feet. He looked down at the dent in his chest almost as though he was looking at someone else's body. He was calm, unperturbed, and didn't even have the slightest fluctuation in his gaze. "Pluto," he eventually said. Grand Prime Minister Green's pupils constricted. "You know, I thought it was only the Cloud Race that tucked their tails and pretended to be others. I didn't expect that the Pluto Race would do such a thing. How the mighty have fallen, huh? But I guess that's why you're all doing this, right?" The more Leonel spoke, the calmer Grand Prime Minister Green became. Then, under the astonished gazes of those present, he began to morph and change. Soon, a Pluto, standing at five meters tall, appeared within the factory. Skin a steely blue, body a lean mass of muscle, the claws of a dragon, and the momentum of an emperor. Even after practically calling him a pathetic coward, Leonel couldn't help but admit that the momentum of the Pluto Race was completely unique. They were powerful and regal to the point that even someone Leonel thought to be pathetic actually had such a presence. Of course, Leonel wasn't serious. All was fair in love and war, especially since he had had a plan or two that might count as despicable in his lifetime. But those words were still enough to get the Pluto to expose him. The Pluto was clearly enraged. His body seemed to swell, and his steely blue eyes looked at Leonel as though he was staring at a dead man. "Oh… you also punch like a little bitch," Leonel said with a smile. The eyes of the Pluto constricted with fury as he suddenly punched out. The fist carried the momentum of the world, and as the current owner of the World Spirit of this space, Leonel could clearly feel his control being stripped away. 'Powerful, indeed.' This Pluto was in the Eighth Dimension only, and Leonel was fairly sure that his status wasn't very high, and yet here he was executing such a powerful blow. Unfortunately… Leonel reached out a hand. PA. The fist landed on his palm, echoing with an almost dull slap. The wind in the surroundings fell into silence for a moment before a hailstorm erupted in all directions, shredding the building apart. And yet, Leonel continued to stand in silence, unmoved. "See what happens when it isn't a sneak attack? Is this all you have?" Leonel asked indifferently. The pupils of the Pluto constricted for completely different reasons now. He felt as though his understanding of the world was being overturned. What had he just seen? At the same time as he was in a daze, Leonel's deformed chest began to heal at a visible rate. This was practically the straw that broke the camel's back for the Pluto. "Who are you?!" "Ugh…" Leonel shook his head with disgust. "Why'd you have to tee me up like that? I almost said something only someone as corny as Merlin would say." Any combination of "your maker," "your death," or "your reaper" was definitely something Nilrem would say, and Leonel wanted no parts of it. "You already know who I am," Leonel said with a grin. "On the one hand, you're smart for making me a high-priority target. On the other hand, you're stupid for being someone else's pawn. "Babye."