Dimensional Descent

On one hand, there was Leonel's ability. As powerful as his Lineage Factors were, he still felt that it carried much of the burden for how he had made it this far.

On the other, there was his Spear Domain Lineage Factor. It had been mostly neglected, but now it was practically his only path toward salvation. As powerful as his King's Might Lineage Factor had the potential to be, not only did Leonel not have enough subordinates to scale it properly, it was ultimately just a supplement to strength he already had. This led him right back to his Spear Domain Lineage Factor.

Leonel's brows furrowed as the time continued to tick by.

It was an impossible question. It had taken him fractions of a second to think to this point, the moment he came up to this blockage, time seemed to flow like water, and its speed was only getting faster.

Even after 80 seconds was left, Leonel still hadn't made any headway to answering this question. Did he just have to abandon his ability entirely? But that couldn't be right. Cutting off his ability would feel no different from losing an arm to him. Who was to say that there wouldn't be a point in battle where it would be useful?

But Leonel couldn't just leave things as is. It obviously wasn't working how things were now. If he just tried to press forward, he really could be that brainless meat head the creator was trying their best to weed out completely.

60 seconds.

It was like trying to hold two extremes at once. Was it even possible?

Leonel could execute two different Styles at once because he could split his minds, but this felt even more fundamental than that. It resided on a layer deeper than just a Style and was almost ingrained into Leonel's very bones.

If he could just split his mind and solve the problem, he would have already done it.

50 seconds.

little bastard had always hated him ever since he broke the rules to reach it. He was supposed to use his comprehension of the spear to

40 seconds.

thinking to a normal person? Leonel felt as though time was moving faster than it ever had for

measured steps continued forward and he approached the next trial faster and faster, the coldness in his gaze seemed

Who other than himself would actually be so arrogant as to think that? 97 seconds wasn't even long enough to cook a proper meal, but it was enough to change the entire philosophy

30 seconds.

another. This wasn't because he was feeling the looming fear of guaranteed death, but rather because he was diverting all his brain power to

20 seconds.

No matter how hard he wracked his brain, he couldn't find a

thinking was too rigid almost as though he was a two dimensional construct observing something created by a third

run into something

it? Should

he just took a leap

Why was it that he had such a strong revulsion toward such a thing? He felt as though he was ripping out a piece of his own soul just thinking about something

10 seconds.

steeled. He was less than a hundred meters away. He felt like he had overturned every possibility and simulated everything

he had wasted his time. Would he have been in a better situation if he had turned all of his brain power toward formulating new

would need days to formulate new Mage Arts that could battle near and at a Fifth Dimensional level. Even if he dug through his memories