Dimensional Descent

"… Eat slowly Little Tolly, slowly now…"

Leonel wiped off sweat that threatened to sting his eyes once more.

He never forgot that one of the hazards he learned about Metal Spirits was their propensity to overeat. If he let it happen, Tolliver could go mad and harm him.

This was the main reason Tolliver had yet to evolve into the Fourth Dimension along with Blackstar. Leonel was very careful about how much he fed him and what he fed him.

Leonel preferred to give the little fella high quality Ores that would fill him very quickly. This was much better than feeding Tolliver a lot of low-quality Ores.

The more high-quality Ores Tolliver ate, the more powerful the little guy would become in relation to its evolution stage. So, Leonel took this very seriously.

"Oh…"

Tolliver suddenly shot out of Leonel's gloved hands. The little guy's body concentrated into a single point before explosively growing.

Leonel realized that this was a sign that Little Tolly was finally crossing into the Fourth Dimensional realms.

Leonel's mind had already entered such a realm, so he was very confident that he would still be able to control and command Tolliver appropriately.

Tolliver came back to Leonel looking just that much more lustrous.

"Ready to work little guy?"

"Bloop, bloop."

Leonel smiled lightly before his expression suddenly changed.

He quickly commanded Little Tolliver to float in the air as he scanned his black gloves. After just a moment, he smiled bitterly, watching it corrode as though having been dipped in strong acid.

gloves off of his

might be able to make them, how would he? He needed gloves to Craft with Little Tolliver but couldn't make the gloves he needed to Craft with Tolliver…

Leonel grit his teeth.

a long time…

his father's beginners guide was to begin to stray

Spirit became, the more elaborate a Force Crafter's gloves became. Eventually, they would

a madman. As if calling himself Father Overlord wasn't bad enough, the old man

Runes once again, thinking back to the words his father

you, not the other way around.

a hazard section in the dictionary at all. First it was forming a Fifth Dimensional Divine Armor and now it was Force Crafting without protection. Leonel couldn't help but feel that his old man was

brought out the first catapult,

palm, a familiar chain necklace appeared in Leonel's hand. Fine cracks spread across its surface,

possessed. Unfortunately, due

was that it should have been impossible for explosives of the 21st century like Miles used back then to damage

around it in order to form its defensive

far weaker than it should have been. If it was using

was right. At full strength, this chain necklace could survive several blows from the crossbows that White

was the power of Quasi Bronze treasures,

was just a shame that this chain

For now, that is.

need to build up his skill just as quickly as he built up his strength within Brave City. The only way he could protect himself, his friends and Aina would be if he had the strength to do so, and this was his fastest path toward that

have my Divine Armor, I won't need this. In that

the Treading Goddess Necklace. His mind spun with thoughts. He wanted to combine three abilities into one. First the defensive abilities of the chain necklace, the teleportation abilities of the

hour of meditation, his gaze grew cold

Little Tolly to land in his

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wrong. Earth was in shambles, facing battles on all fronts. All eight Forts and even the Capital was under siege. The only difference was that the Capital was under siege by

garden, the delicate chirping of birds around him. He continued to meditate, raising a cup of tea to