Dimensional Descent

Leonel could easily feel the gazes on him. There weren't many who were still leaping the black log wall at this point and it could even be said that he was the only one. It was far too easy to spot him.

The moment he landed on the ground, he could feel several Internal Sight's surge toward him, causing his brow to raise. These people were quite brazen. He had gone out of his way not to antagonize anyone with his own Internal Sight, but it was clear they had no intention of showing him the same courtesy.

"Piss off."

BANG!

A muffled and invisible surge whipped about the surroundings. Leonel manipulated his Internal Sight with the Artistic Conception of the imploded Spatial Bristle Bush and laced it with concepts of Destruction.

The instant the wall of surging Internal Sights entered his range, they coiled back reflexively, a pained sort of retreat one would expect from touching a stove that was too hot ensuing.

Leonel swept a gaze through the village, his eyes suffused with a hardly hidden coldness. The perpetrators were nowhere to be found, but this was to be expected. They probably thought they didn't even have to step outside their cabins in order to probe him.

if it had been just a normal, casual prod, Leonel wouldn't have cared so much. However, there was a very intentional

Leonel had been paying more attention to these things. It was also much easier for him to do so considering the fact that he

every Cursed Beast he had come across seemed to have a certain emotion amplified to an extreme degree as well. And

some

that didn't mean he would just allow people to trample all over him because they felt like it. If he had allowed them to probe him, not only would he come off weak, but it would also reveal his gains from the last two hours. He

to Little Blackstar and saw that the situation over there was basically the same. But, it also seemed that their clothing wouldn't hold out for

weave together a beast skin skirt for himself. The

village like this, as anyone who could kill and defeat the beasts

the materials that made up their uniforms came from the beast skins to

toward him, but as usual, the store was most silent aside from shuffling and the occasional whisper. Everyone in this village seemed to take their words as golden and even the exchanges happened in silence. It could only be said

worked this way, whittling down one's sense of individuality and sense of self until all you dared to do was

there was clearly no leader here and even the uniforms they as rookies were left with were nowhere near as amazing as the ones those Sector Ranked disciples had worn. Instead, everyone looked like they were walking around in shirt and pants little better than

and told Leonel that this was a slave encampment, he would believe

Leonel believing that the crafters were actually working quite quickly, it still took a minute or two per person. By the time it was finally Leonel's turn, a little over ten minutes