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.

and he even felt that it was stronger than it had been in the past. He felt that this might be because more of the residual effects of his dad's vomit

even asked the dictionary about it.

I should enter

breath and got up

jumped up from the table and landed in his

the Force Skin Gloves on, he wasn't

"I'll be back tomorrow."

formed on the Metal Spirit and popped with a *Boop* sound before the little guy hopped back onto the odd table with

first since it seemed to be important in understanding the relationship between a Metal Spirit and a Force Crafter. He didn't want

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

WHOOSH

his body go light again as though his consciousness

his vision cleared, he was once again in that hellish spear

his head, spears of all shapes and sizes were dotted around

to walk around. He

formed of his Soul Force or spirit, as Leonel preferred to call it. Second, there was a constant pressure being exerted

spear was connected the consciousness of the owner it had previously. These consciousnesses were the equivalent of the state Leonel was currently in. As

the skies ahead, the

be possible after grasping Spear Force. Only then would one be able to

a single spear before his spirit gave out. So, he had to be more selective this

great gains from the primitive spear he took out last time, but he didn't want to take up a spear like that again. In order to make full use of the primitive man's combat