Dimensional Descent

Leonel sat silently, sipping at a sweet drink. In his fingers, he rolled what looked like a silver ring, sliding it between his digits with a deft flexibility. His hands seemed capable of performing tasks that would otherwise be impossible.

'This ring… what is it?'

Leonel found it hard to believe that someone like Senior Lu could be holding onto something so valuable. But, when it came to random events of the universe, who was Leonel to say that he could perfectly understand them all?

Leonel had already been trying to Dream Sculpt this ring for the better part of the last half an hour, but he was still only half of the way there.

To put this matter into perspective, after Leonel reached the Peak of the Fifth Dimension with his Calculative Mind ability, completing a Dream Sculpt for even one of his Quasi Bronze Spears would take a few minutes at worst, and that was a treasure at the very peak of the Fourth Dimension.

Leonel had never tried to Dream Sculpt his Quasi Silver Spear before, but he really wasn't sure if even it would take so long. If he had to guess, the times would be fairly close.

If Leonel used this to deduce the value of the ring, it would at least be of the Fifth Dimension.

Once he broke things down like this, it wasn't impossible to believe that Lu could get his hands on such a thing. After all, as a student of Valiant Heart, he had the potential to one day become a Fifth Dimensional existence even though the probability was smaller than running into this ring in the first place.

Intuition told Leonel that maybe even Lu didn't know what this ring was but he kept it close understanding that it had to be special. Considering the sly nature of that Senior Lu, this did indeed sound like something he would do.

Leonel sighed. He couldn't help but think of nights Lu probably stayed up dreaming of what kind of treasure this ring would bring him to, hoping that he would shoot into the stars in one sweep the moment he learned of its secret.

And yet now, those dreams had been stamped out and the final light of his hopes was now rolling between Leonel's fingers so casually.

world is a cruel

ask the dictionary about this. But, before that,

BANG!

violent force flinging the doors from their handles. A few shrieks sounded amidst the freshmen as they scurried out of the way. But, with their talent, such a flimsy, half rotten door couldn't cause any severe harm to even the weakest of

harm, though, was the

bastard dares

come here with fires in their bellies. No matter how they

Anyone with half a brain knew that Peaks still existed, they just hid behind the label of factions

expected to find here weren't here at all. Rather, a singular young man walked

they brought a full entourage of several white belts and even sent a blue belt to lead them

Leonel to get the hell out

Eight white belts and one blue belt. Each of them wore the emblem of Bear Rose on the belt fabric that hung between their legs, making their affiliations quite

Leonel pointed over his

members of Bear Rose were stunned. The spectators who had come here for a good show, hoping to see

switched off his black belt for his white belt yet. But, even if he had, the reaction

belt who led the group narrowed his eyes. His arms crossed over his broad chest, pressing down the dense patches of hair that covered his torso almost like

arms crossed, he still held two massive hammers connected by a single thick