Dimensional Descent

Leonel looked around the Fort. It was a good opportunity and a wealth of riches, however it was also troublesome as well. With how large and thick the walls of this place were, it would take even Little Tolly a few hours to work through all of it.

'No, I can't leave things like this, what would be the point?'

Wouldn't it be too foolish if he cleared this placed of all its defenders, only to leave it and find more Radix and Midas had moved in? By then, it would be like he hadn't done anything.

Leonel didn't have time to deploy a planetary Force Art like Planet Solara had had. As such, it was too easy to move in and out of the Planet's range. If Leonel left things here like this, the results were too obvious.

"Little Tolly, I'll be back."

Leonel tossed Little Tolly at the massive Fort and vanished. He still had a few Radix and Midas to hunt down.

…

By the time Leonel came back, the Fort was raised to the ground, leaving nothing but a deep square down to the bedrock of the planet. Within this deep pit, large, perfectly spherical piles of metals lay. Just from these piles alone, there was over half a million kilograms of Urbe Ore.

Leonel was speechless. Every single last ounce was Fifth Dimensional. Was this the wealth of a Sixth Dimensional world? This wasn't even meant to be their main Fort. They originally wanted to claim on of the Lake Crossings. Just what kind of behemoth would they have built over there.

At this moment, Leonel could only feel inadequate.

Am I just a petty criminal? What the hell

to Leonel. It suddenly forced him to realize that he was much too poor. If a mid-level Sixth Dimensional world was this wealthy, what

Leonel was truly speechless.

he didn't truly register just how much there was until

it

amount of money in the Milky Way, but what was the point? It took this moment for Leonel to realize just how small

universe while there were real whales out there laughing at his efforts. Even his own grandfather was probably laughing at him. He didn't even have to lift a finger to make thousands of times what Leonel had to lay his life on the line

rather that he needed to work smarter, not harder. He was wasting his efforts and had to target the appropriate things. What good was it to build a shop on Earth so he could accept the patronage of

thought to

Sixth Dimensional metal and placed them within a spatial ring. Then,

to defense whether that was Force absorption, shock absorption, or just overall sturdiness. They would be greatly helpful in upgrading the cubes, but Leonel had a feeling that the next wave of battles wouldn't be

want to do this, but he knew that he would have to. His current strength wasn't enough and if he wanted to use his trump cards, he had no

time to push his Metal Body

make his subsequent uses of the Silver Tablet cost more energy, Leonel had once against decided that the trade off was worth

was complete, the rest would be left up to fate… Not that Leonel

it's time