Dimensional Descent

Leonel completely lost himself in a new world. Though he wasn't sure about why he had to do all of these hand exercises just yet, Leonel had already completely forgotten about that curiosity. His mind was entirely focused on the target he had set for himself.

According to his father's training program, flexibility was the very first step to training the fingers of a Force Crafter. Without flexibility as a foundation, everything else would come harder. The flexibility exercises were almost like a mechanic diligently oiling even the smallest components of their machines, building it up so that even the smallest corners were in top working condition.

Only after laying a foundation of flexibility would Leonel turn his attention to strength and speed. Upon reaching this step, Leonel would begin working in dexterity exercises which would teach him how to use his newfound strength and speed.

Of course, everything would once again circle back to flexibility. Every training day began with and ended with stretches. At the end of it all, there would be a cycle of recovery.

After about two weeks, Leonel felt that he should heed his father's advice. Focusing too much on Force Crafting would be detrimental to him, especially since it wouldn't help him take down Miles and Simeon.

'I've been here for a while, yet no one has come.' Leonel narrowed his eyes, looking down at the wrist watch still strapped to his arm.

This thing was his greatest worry. He always felt that it was only a matter of time before it was used to track his location.

Before, Leonel could only take the risk of staying in the same place. After all, if he could be tracked, whether he moved or not wouldn't make much of a difference. In fact, moving when he was heavily injured would only negatively impact him.

But after so long, nothing had happened. He had even almost forgotten about it.

'Hm, maybe it's jammed just like all the other technology? I remember that after the Paradise Islands fell, it went completely silent. It wasn't until I entered the Mayan Tomb that it showed signs of life again... Maybe I only have to worry about it inside of a Zone then?'

Leonel could only accept this line of thought. Regardless, he wasn't afraid.

it had been in the past. He felt that this might be because more of the residual effects of

wanted to know more about that, actually. He even asked the dictionary about it. Unfortunately, he

enter the

and got up to leave the Lab

little guy jumped up from the table and landed in his palms, snaking around his fingers and hands

had the Force Skin Gloves on, he

"I'll be back tomorrow."

on the Metal Spirit and popped with a *Boop* sound before

Metal Spirit a name. He wanted to listen through Lesson Three first since it seemed to be important in understanding the relationship

laid down comfortably, not wanting to bash his head on the floor again, and stretched his

WHOOSH

felt his body go light again as though his consciousness had been forcefully sucked out from

vision cleared, he was once again in that hellish spear

and sizes were dotted around him, and a heavy pressure that might crush him at any moment

around. He had questioned the dictionary thoroughly before

this wasn't his real body, it was a manifestation of his self formed of his Soul Force or spirit, as Leonel preferred to call it. Second, there was a

consciousnesses were the equivalent of the state Leonel was

a spear was to that massive mountain peak that pierced the skies ahead, the more powerful the consciousness and thus the harder it was to

be possible after grasping Spear Force. Only then would one be able to resist the pressure of the spears here. However,

before his spirit

In order to make full use of the primitive man's combat ability, Leonel had to sink his mind into the same state. However, Leonel wasn't a blood thirsty, battle hungry kind of