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.

Crafters Badge or an affiliation to name. The checked everything from his age to his

only did he need to state his purpose, how long he would be here, etc, there was even questions asking him about how often he might need

the attendant why they were asking such ridiculous questions, he received an answer from a completely straight

taking a dump would shift their ecosystem for the worst. But, now that they were being so insistent, Leonel almost wanted to lay a deuce

pompous in his life. It made him feel the urge to piss from some tall walls. He had wondered why even his father's training program hardly mentioned the Force

companion, not a tool. That fury had to stem from

citizens are not allowed to step foot into

guards wearing the most ridiculous golden armor stunted with diamond Leonel had ever seen stopped his

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 was

come to take my

was difficult to look at straight due to how blinding their armor was, looked Leonel up and down. As though seeing him

about to speak when another pressed a hand to his chest, stopping him. The

be taking place today. Come