Dimensional Descent

Leonel dashed down tunnel after tunnel. He had already lost count of the number of miners he had come across. In fact, he had to give up on some valuable deposits for exactly this reason, realizing that it wasn't worth the risk.

It shouldn't have been too difficult to accumulate how much material he needed, especially since it was a ship only meant to carry himself, but the task ended up being more difficult than he gave it credit for. It seemed that he would either have to buy a ship in the future that he could modify to his standards, or he would just have to build one completely from scratch with more time on his hands.

As Leonel went from location to location, being forced to abandon what seemed like half of them due to too much activity, he grilled the dictionary on the danger of space.

Once his head cooled down from the adrenaline, he realized just how crazy his own idea was. Jumping out into space just because he felt like it was the move of a maniac. Who knew what kind of dangers were out there?

Unfortunately, this adrenaline didn't come from escaping as one might think. It was instead due to the creeping feeling at the back of his mind that only seemed to get worse every time he sent a string of Force into his talisman.

Leonel shook his head, dodging around a corner and pressing himself flat against a wall.

Two miners walked past him with light steps, neither realizing that they had just been less than half an arm's reach from a criminal their entire organization was scouring Planet Vincero for.

Leonel had an advantage right now. Though he had been forced to reveal some of his skill as a Force Crafter in order to activate the deactivated teleportation formations, there was no way they could guess he would have the skill to build his own ship.

The question remained, then… What did they think he was doing? Did they believe that he was waiting to die?

not that they believed he was waiting to be rescued.

anyone confident in saving him would be a true rival of the Milky Way Guild. That means that the Guild would definitely turn most of

least within a day or two, at most a handful of elites would

his actions seemed like their own declaration of war. The Milky Way Guild probably thought that some great power was targeting them by first staining their prestige. What would be

have not already considered all of

slid past another group

through the rock face. And yet, there wasn't even

of sweat fell from Leonel's brow as Little Tolly wiggled around his arm, slipping through a narrow crack and appearing at the tips of the fingers he had pierced into

Tolly devoured a large cavity around the ore Leonel was aiming for before the ore vanished

pulled his arm out along with Little Tolly and sprinted away. The wall his arm had just

was already the dozenth time he had completed that action and he felt he was already pushing himself past his limits. That should be enough for now, if he didn't recover, he

Spatial Force, especially without activating his Divine Armor first, was really taxing for Leonel.

of Evolution Ores in the process. As a result, an Armor that should have been Peak

good news was that as Leonel grew, he wouldn't need to replace his Divine