Dimensional Descent

"The fourth door."

The elders smiled brilliantly. This speed and momentum was excellent.

There was a reason the longer one remained awake, the greater potential their Lineage Factor would have. However, this wasn't a universal truth. At least for more complex bloodlines like this one, there were qualitative changes to look for.

Who cared if Leonel spent several days in this state if he only opened up to the second door? Likewise, who cared if he only needed several minutes if he could open the ninth?

It could be said that the higher the grade of the Lineage Factor, the more unique quirks it would have and the less likely it would be to conform to the norm. The Metal Synergy Lineage Factor was exactly like this!

The lights radiating from the Nova Generation's stone tablet began to wiggle with complex runes. Soon, these runes formed a crown not much unlike the crown etched onto Leonel's forehead. It radiated a gorgeous and pure bronze color, the kind that could only be gained after polishing a metal again and again and again.

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WENG!

Leonel's body quaked as even the floor of the Lab Setting cracked beneath his might. Phase One was simply too fragile. Just the aura of his Lineage Factor alone was enough to cause it to tremble.

Luckily, its self healing properties kicked in. With such a large store of Force around it thanks to the Force Crystal Mine, how could it not repair itself quickly?

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one looked closely, it was possible to notice

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The elders were astonished.

ferocious elder's beard whipped about beneath his fierce breath. One could almost mistake

didn't reprimand the bullish elder for reacting like this at all despite

it was best to awaken one's Metal Synergy Lineage Factor after perfecting one's Fourth Dimensional Foundation? All of the other seven youths had formed Nine Nodes, suppressing the talent of their Lineage Factor until

patterns stretching down from the crown. With their insight,

of those Six Nodes is at the peak. With the size of those patterns,

pity. If they found the elder that was leading this brat, they'd definitely beat the former until he cried blood. Who would

"The sixth!"

crooked-toothed elder called

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remained on his back and instead spread out across

he looked like a Roman God carved of the most exquisite brass. The energy he wafted alone seemed to make the

was just the sixth door, but it was already so

pattern was drawn onto his body, it felt as though he was lifting a heavier and heavier weight. With each passing moment, his muscles would snap under the tension. If it wasn't for the resplendent light shrouding his body, it would be possible to see ghastly bruises

against the first door, but his strength had influenced the sixth. The seventh and beyond were still looming over him as though taunting him without

deep rooted resolution caused Leonel's heart to quake. He roared with all

BANG!