Dimensional Descent

Leonel walked up to the side of a building and began inspecting it. Aina didn't say anything as she followed along, simply allowing Leonel to focus. But as unexpressive as Leonel's face was, his mind was like a raging storm.

Due to what had happened at the Void Tower, Leonel's Dream World looked a lot more like a universe of its own, his synapses becoming like the usually imaginary lines that connected the stars of a constellation.

Planets moved, asteroids rushed about, and stars sparkled and faded. It was as though Leonel's thoughts themselves could force world shattering changes, the changes the likes of which could cause upheaval on a cataclysmic scale.

'As expected, practically everything here is made up of Seventh Dimensional materials at worst. That's both a good and a bad thing…'

Leonel's thoughts danced about in his mind. The Dwarven Races Force Arts, the Morales family's Force Arts, the Luxnix family's Force Arts, and even snippets of the Spiritual Races Force Arts all danced about in Leonel's mind, a raging tempest of thoughts forming up and then collapsing one after another.

'It's possible… It's possible if I copy… Maybe with a few changes here and there…'

Leonel's mind was on a completely different level than it had been before, but when it came to the Force Arts of the Dwarven Race, copying with just a few liberties was still the best that he could do.

However, he felt that he was getting closer and closer on that front, all he was lacking was time. But time was maybe what he lacked the most. He had given himself two more weeks to gain enough strength to leave the Oliidark family, but now it felt like that timeline was trying to swallow him whole.

Despite the pressure, Leonel only seemed to grow calmer, his mind working faster and faster.

the Force Quill appeared, his pale violet eyes glowing with a blinding light as he began to draw

…

had definitely caught the attention of the Human Class geniuses who were still biding their time and

be that Aina had already claimed the Top Prize of the High Class? That much was great, but where were Uvile and Silyn, then? And also, why hadn't there been any attempt to contact them? There were more than a few

young women looked toward one another. They realized that something here wasn't quite right, especially since there was also

…

she saw Aina waste a 100 million Demon Points on Leonel, buying up everything he pointed out without the slightest hesitation, her smoldering

Aina had accumulated so many points so easily to begin with. She couldn't seem to wrap her head around the

notice what it was that Leonel was doing at all. Or maybe it was

That was clearly a Force Quill, but why wasn't it a Force Art language that he didn't

of it. It felt

enough skill that such tricks weren't necessary. Plus, he already had the heart of the bastard child of the Brazinger's, so

'… Odd.'

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