Dimensional Descent

Leonel closed his eyes, taking a small breath. When he opened them once more, he had regained his focus.

He was at least 90% certain now that one of the main tasks he had to accomplish in Village 0012 was to earn a uniform. But, he not only had to do this for himself, but also another more than dozen individuals. However, if there was one hidden pitfall, Leonel would be foolish to believe that there wouldn't be another, especially after spending so much time with Wise Star Order.

With a sharp eye, Leonel proceeded to visit every shop. Soon, he found out just how correct he was. There were pitfalls to be found in every one of them.

The second and most obvious issue was water and food in general. The food stores were clearly the only way to guarantee healthy sources of nutrition. Much the same way geniuses brought resources to the smithy in exchange for what Leonel assumed was clothing or weapons, so too did they bring resources to the storefronts in exchange for what Leonel assumed was food and water.

Then there were the herb shops. This store, in Leonel's estimation, was probably a bit different. It wasn't just about nutrition or clothing, it was about finding a path to strengthen yourself and slow the deterioration of your strength. Spending such a long time in this environment ate away at not only one's psyche, but also, in a much more literal sense, one's Force.

The process was once more unchanged. A secret exchange between worker and disciple followed by a dash away by the latter.

Finally, there was the final storefront, the healer. By the time Leonel got here, there was a familiar young man barely holding himself together as he dragged himself in. But, even outside of him, the line here was even longer than all the other lines combined.

Leonel had gotten quite used to seeing gruesome injuries, but this was truly on another level entirely. Promising youths had entire arms and legs lost, some had their guts spilling out of their stomachs, and Leonel even saw one with a bite taken out of their skull, just barely sparing the tender flesh of their now exposed brain.

was finished, he realized a

on the outside of these buildings that described what their function was. There were no signs,

something that all humans could do, but something he most definitely did on a far higher level than most. Of course, it was

an organization should provide. A treasury, health, food and healing… If an organization couldn't provide these things, then there was really no need for its existence. And yet, it was precisely these

high and mighty about their acceptance into the

Instead, they were stripped of their clothing, forced to find that the treasures and resources they had brought with them to flaunt their wealth was useless, and then humiliated to the point they could only scurry

by the Anarchic Force, their water becoming laced with impurities that forced them to rush to these healers, only for

and become enraged, only to realize that the 'store workers' were behemoths with strength capable of crushing them all

mind, becoming

do about it…?' Leonel's mind flashed. He

he had entered. While the front of the village had nothing, the back was walled

no doorways or gates, something that left Leonel confused for a moment, until he spotted a poor soul leaping over from the other side

simply never seen before lashed out, slapping against the leg of the falling victim before they could

of crimson. Their body spiraled off

BANG!