Dimensional Descent

Despite the fact he had concluded that the ability was useless, Leonel was still fascinated by the feeling. There was something especially immersive about having all of his ideas and thoughts floating around him, it made it all more real, more tangible.

Although Leonel had always been able to sink into his Dream World whenever he wanted, the disconnect between it and reality was such that he was always keenly aware of his real body's place in the world. Because of that, he could never fully enjoy himself.

As such, he had always kept his Dream World to the bare minimum. White walls, pale and transparent Dream Clones, even his Dreamscape was nothing more than a skeleton of ideas, like jotted down notes only he could understand.

When things were like this, though, Leonel felt more license to have fun.

The world became overlapped with the vastness of space. His Dreamscape became like constellations in the skies, its ideas connecting to form fantastical images and gorgeous picturesque scenes of legends gone by. His thoughts became organized into planets and their ecosystems, the trees carrying his thoughts, the waters carrying his streams of consciousness, the clouds becoming as fleeting and numerous as his daydreams.

Leonel smiled. He didn't know why he hadn't done this before. Like this, everything seemed so much more beautiful. It connected in a way that surpassed what it had been capable of before, making his cold calculation feel a lot less like work and more like the masterful strokes of an artisan.

Leonel became so lost in it all that his concept of time warped.

It was only when he finally snapped out of it that his expression changed.

How long had it been since he paid attention to what the Spiritual had been doing?

Just because the Spiritual had powerful soul attacks, that didn't mean it was all they were capable of. They could just as easily attack with their bodies, or even make use of another one of their powerful abilities: elemental manipulation.

Leonel's eyes snapped open, trying to find the Spiritual.

Wait, weren't his eyes already open? Hadn't he been observing his Dream World being projected onto the real world? Isn't that why he was so confident in losing focus a bit to begin with? After all, if his soul was useless, the Spiritual couldn't do much that Leonel wouldn't be able to react to. After all, the both of them were in the Fifth Dimension. If the former had to attack physically, Leonel was sure that he could at least do something about it.

But if his eyes had always been open, why did he suddenly open them? Wait, if he had opened his eyes, then why was he still seeing the same thing?

Leonel's gaze turned cold.

He should have known this would happen. His Dream Force couldn't affect others, but it could definitely affect him, that was the main purpose of his Ability Index to begin with and precisely why Tier 4 was called Control.

have already told him that it had surpassed the barriers that his affinity could control. However, he had actually been slow in realizing such a simple

knew that something was wrong already

here, something that he needed to

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getting odder. Leonel hadn't moved in several minutes but the trouble was…

then

the picture above was still frozen in place. Could it be that there had been a glitch in the Void Tower system and Leonel was actually

had been worried that

The reason why the Spiritual was in the Fifth Dimension despite the fact that Leonel had already stepped into Sixth Dimensional floors was because the elders

was just a simple image glitch, she could accept this. Now, she

what happened next was somehow even more astonishing than a first clear

First Attempt

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already been on his last legs, on the verge of collapsing. How did he clear the eleventh floor? And setting

crowd didn't know what to say. Cornelius didn't know what to say. It felt like they were the

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