Dimensional Descent

Leonel looked at his hands, feeling a bit shocked.

He was certain that he had still not reached Grade One designation yet even after almost two months of diligent training. But now, he had suddenly leaped over that and reached the Advanced Grade One designation? There was only one explanation… [Dimensional Cleanse].

Leonel was pleasantly surprised. Did this mean that when he formed his Third Star he would be able to reach the Superior Grade One designation without forming Force Nodes in his hands?

Leonel's eyes brightened, immediately taking back all the disparaging remarks he had made about the technique's creator. Even now, he had vastly underestimated [Dimensional Cleanse], he had never thought it would be this good.

'I have to find a way to get my hands on the latter parts. If the upper portions are as good as this first part, that would be amazing.'

Leonel laughed like a little kid, testing out his fingers as though he was playing the air like a piano. He felt almost like a newborn baby with the coordination and strength of an adult. His fingers felt so fresh that he couldn't even crack them.

'I can finally listen to the third book.'

Leonel didn't care about anything else and immediately immersed himself within the teachings his father left behind. Unknowingly, Force Crafting had become less about a competition between him and his father and more about his own curiosity. Even he himself didn't realize just how eager he had been to learn more until now.

The feeling of being blocked off for so long left him feeling a bit anxious. But all that weight was now gone and he smiled like a little kid.

**

feel curious gazes shooting off toward him from time to time, but since

the behemoth of a structure in the distance.

a massive steel structure that stood like a metal box in the ocean. Even towering waves didn't seem capable of shifting it one way or another.

some landing pads for helicopters and runways for planes, there were no other landmarks on the massive steel behemoth. Leonel

Leonel thought

grinned,

be focused

sailing along in parallel. But, none of these ships were wooden like Damian's. It was either Damian's sector had

rubbed his nose, laughing

saw through that too, huh? I only take control of the ship when we're forced into a corner. It's a trump card, so I

"I see…" Leonel mumbled.

Lieutenant? Are you really still not going to tell us who the

lady wearing a skin-tight black jumpsuit walked over, her eyes watery with grievances as though she might start crying at any moment. The first thought Leonel had about her was that

you

never got to go to the checkpoint. It was only after the Metamorphosis began that

gazes looked

on, kid. Show me your power,

back

my ability is a sensory