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 person in the whole

Tier 6 weapons, Leonel

five minutes in before Arte began to shed real tears. Leonel had

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BANG! BANG! BANG!

violent Wind Elemental Force tearing whipping marks across the floors, walls and ceilings. He seemed completely intent on

bastard! Bastard!

inside out. It felt as though he was going to explode

try to stop him. She too

told them not to waste their time. Leonel had most definitely taken these resources while he was still a black belt. As such, he didn't need to report them. This was just a small and normally useless benefit freshmen got. After all, they were so weak, what

seemingly insignificant rule, had crippled their

of Twice Refined

the border between Valiant Heart and the Oryx Tribe was continuously heating up. Many blue belts, including the owner of the shop location Leonel had taken for himself, weren't even

dissatisfaction recently. It was unknown where exactly it originated from, but

for everything. Now

cared what a group of freshmen thought? They would be put in their place like

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

getting suppressed by these other organizations for a long time already. This was the main reason Valiant Heart had been in such a troubled situation recently, making the timing

of thousands of years already. Now that they sensed a chink in their armor, they believed they finally