Dimensional Descent

"Hm?"

Leonel's eyes fluttered open, a hint of fatigue hidden within them. He could usually go several days to even weeks without sleep now, especially with his ability. But, building this shop had really taken a lot out of him.

Of course, this wasn't because of the materials itself, nor did it have anything to do with the physical structure of the shop. As for what the true reason was, well… Only Leonel knew that.

"Oh, you're here." Leonel said.

Arte shifted somewhat uncomfortably, clearly very nervous about what state his hammers would be in after all of this. If they were completely ruined, the price he would have to pay to fix them would be even several times worse.

When he thought of this, he hesitated again. But, unfortunately, it was already too late to back out. In order to stand here, he had to have paid the appropriate price already. Even for him, he couldn't just casually give up 8000 merit points just like that.

If it wasn't for the sheer volume of missions Leonel had accepted all at once, he would have never made 2000 in a single outing. Plus, without his sensory ability coupled with the frenzy those beasts had entered, he wouldn't have completed it all in just three days either.

This was all to say that it took a unique set of circumstances for Leonel, a man with combat prowess rivaling a blue belt, to reach 2000 merit points. So, it was no wonder Arte still felt a small ache even though the price was much cheaper than what he had been expecting.

Of course, accumulating points through Crafting was much easier.

"Alright," Leonel sat up, his torso flexing, "You can bring them over here."

"Yes."

what Arte was worried about. But, clearly the latter didn't know just yet that if there was one

Tier

five minutes in before Arte began to shed real tears. Leonel had actually melted down his hammers completely. It was

**

BANG! BANG! BANG!

into a rage, his violent Wind Elemental Force tearing whipping marks across the floors, walls

Bastard!

fury was practically eating him from the inside out. It felt

Aanlin, Sarrieth's right hand woman, didn't try to stop him. She too was furious, but

black belt. As such, he didn't need to report them. This was just a small

this small, seemingly insignificant rule,

in a structure formed of Twice Refined Diamond… Was it even possible to get to him? The worst part was

The war at the border between Valiant Heart and the Oryx Tribe

enough, there was an upswell of dissatisfaction recently. It was unknown where exactly it originated from, but freshmen especially seemed to be enraged by getting

scratch and claw for everything. Now

with by Aanlin's estimation. Who cared what a group of freshmen thought? They would be put

being walked into a corner. But, I can't even see who we're playing against… Is it the Oryx? Or have those other Fifth Dimensional organizations amped up

Heart had been getting suppressed by these other organizations for a long time already. This was the main reason Valiant Heart had been in such

eyeing their Valiant Heart Zone for tens of thousands of years already. Now that they sensed a chink in their armor, they believed they finally had a chance to pounce upon. But,