Dimensional Descent

Chapter 921 - Bureaucracy

The Force Crafting Guild was a place of abject luxury. Every tree, every blade of grass, every paved road, and every crystal clear window was immaculately sculpted. Not a single thing was out of place and the pompousness could almost be smelled through the air.

Although Leonel had never been to the Capital of Earth while war wasn't raging, he had always imagined that it was like this. However, even to his imagination, this place felt like… a bit too much of an exaggeration.

Every person he passed by seemed to want to make sure that their status was plastered for all to see. They wore their badges prominent to one chest and their affiliations just as proudly to the other. Their noses were practically so high in the air that they didn't even bother to look down on Leonel for dressing so casually. How could they? Their gazes were enraptured by the skies above.

It was a miracle that they weren't constantly bumping into one another on the road. Clearly they weren't looking where they were going to begin with.

It could be said that the only good thing about this place was that the air was exceptionally pure and clean. There was even a slight fragrance to it that reminded Leonel of a bakery, but it also wasn't overwhelming to the point it was taking up all of his senses. In fact, it was barely noticeable at all.

That, though, was where all the good stopped.

The moment he had stepped foot into this place, he had been under scrutiny.

The checked everything from his age to his

detail at an airport to shame. Not only did he need to

an answer from a completely straight faced lady that said: 'We don't

But, now that they were being so insistent, Leonel

piss from some tall walls. He had wondered

Tolly like a friend and companion, not a tool. That fury had to stem from somewhere, and

Crafters alone. Common citizens are not allowed to step foot

most ridiculous golden armor stunted with

Leonel presented his documents. He had already gone through all that trouble of filling out those papers—something that had taken up almost 12 hours of his time—so he wouldn't run into trouble later. At least now, it was all prepared and ready. He just wanted to get this over with as soon as possible. After all, he was still in constant pain. Having your inner organs charred to near ash

to take my

difficult to look at straight due to how blinding their armor was, looked Leonel up and down. As though seeing him for the first time, they scrutinized his clothing and demeanor. It became clear quite quickly that

hand to his chest, stopping him. The two made eye contact and a look of

Force Crafter Exam won't be taking place today. Come again another