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.

just a normal, casual prod, Leonel wouldn't have cared so much.

to these things. It was also much easier for him to do so considering the fact that he had managed to sense and awaken his own soul in a sense thanks to

he had been able to sense its overwhelming hunger. In fact, every Cursed Beast he had come across seemed to have a certain

even some

few guesses as to why that was, but 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 had no intention of doing anything of

began to walk forward, his expression not giving anything away. With a thought, he reached out to Little Blackstar and saw that the

a beast skin skirt for himself. The beasts had survived just fine in this region, so their fur and coats were greatly resistant

as anyone who could kill and defeat the beasts out

of the storefronts. This place sold both beast meat and doubled as tailoring shop, likely because the materials that made up their uniforms came from the beast skins to begin with. It was also possible that they relied on some herbs as well, but Leonel didn't really care about what

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 that the Void Palace did almost too good of

of self until all you dared to do was obediently follow orders. He had always thought that this was an exaggeration and that

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

that this was a slave encampment, he would

the crafters were actually working quite quickly, it still took a minute or two per person. By the time it was finally Leonel's