Dimensional Descent

The freshman seating arrangements were not very well thought out. Since freshman like Leonel hadn't even been informed of the importance of the bell, it was obvious that not many were expected to appear in the first place.

Usually, at sporting events, the closer one was to the ground floor, the better. But, in this place, it wasn't quite the same.

With the strength of vision those in the Fourth Dimension had, the viewing experience would hardly be any different whether they were near the bottom or near the top. Regardless, it was only a difference of a few hundred meters.

Thanks to this difference in foundation, those with more strength preferred to sit higher, looking down on those beneath them.

This was especially so for the seating arrangements set aside from Founding Peak, the Peak of Elders.

Whereas every other Peak gained a large somewhat cone shaped seating section, Founding Peak was the only section that didn't have a range of seats from the absolute closest to the absolute furthest. Rather, the entire bottom section of their seating arrangements were outfitted with stone slabs, leaving just a small section at the very top for sitting.

As a result, Founding Peak only had five rows of seats as opposed to the almost hundred every other seating section had.

With such a grandiose display, not many paid attention to Leonel and Aina to begin with. Even those that recognized Leonel from the posters or saw the Hero Peak emblem on the masked girl beside him, didn't say a word.

This wasn't the situation for them to be poking their nose into the matters of others. No one wanted to be the person who caused a scene right now.

…

The Hero Peak stands had a haughtiness about them the other Peaks simply didn't. When one became used to standing at the top, this could only be expected. By now, the pride of the Hero Peak students had sunk into their very bones.

Nearer the top of their seating section, the leg room increased and the chairs became more luxurious.

highest row, one could find a group of old timers. These were Peak specific Elders and they were usually tasked with

this row that a

the faintest glimpse of the person she was looking for. Could it be that they had really gone

you frowning about so

the elder who had spoken to her, her frown

now, but she hadn't said anything to me before disappearing. Now I can't find her. I already told that girl to not go off and do any missions, what good

had spoken, just for the sake of idle chatter, gave

if not for this, their top Force Crafter would at least be Tier 1

this Magnaril pull her hair out just looking for her, then if she had really wanted to pursue Force Pill Crafting, she would have gone to any number of Force Pill Guilds rather than

that

was quite well known on Hero Peak already… And it was most definitely not

man knew better than to say such words to Magnaril. Everyone knew how crazy this woman was. Plus, she controlled the highest class food Hero Peak had to offer. No one wanted to get on

just a month. From a novice, she could already rival a Tier 7 or 8 Force Pill Crafter in technique… It was just that her

ever do, not only would it seemingly always work out, when Magnaril

of ability… How could it be wasted on

land upon a mask she found too familiar. The issue was that this mask wasn't

finding her precious Aina, Magnaril sighed a breath of relief. But, seeing that she was also holding the

felt her heart shatter into a million pieces as though she

boy? And a

having an aneurysm. But, not only did she also not have the guts to cause a scene here despite

hushed quiet fell over the