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.

even more invasive since he didn't have a Crafters Badge or an affiliation to name. The checked everything from his age to his Dimension level and at some

questionnaire that would put any security detail at an airport to shame. Not 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

answer from a completely straight faced lady that said: 'We

the worst. But, now that they were being so insistent, Leonel almost wanted to lay

the urge to piss from some tall walls. He had wondered why even his father's training program hardly mentioned the Force Crafting Guilds, and now he had

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

This region is for Crafters alone. Common citizens are not allowed to

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

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 not a good feeling. If he

come to take my Force Crafter Exam." Leonel

was 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 they weren't impressed with what they

about to speak when another pressed a hand to his chest, stopping him. The two made eye contact and a look of realization dawned upon the latter as though he

be taking place today. Come again another