Dimensional Descent

Leonel really didn't know what to do about this.

If he ignored his already drained stamina and tried to brute force it once again, he would have to rely entirely on luck, and not just any normal amount of luck, but an obscene amount.

If there was a fifty-fifty chance, Leonel might be willing to try it even though it would be a bit foolish. But after just a glance, even though he couldn't calculate the exact number, he knew the odds were lower than one in a thousand. In fact, just saying one in a thousand was probably underestimating the difficulty of this trial far too much.

Until this point, the trials hadn't been too complex, but they would slowly add wrinkles step by step to make it more difficult. Up until now, the first few wrinkles had already been putting pressure on him, but his skill as a bowman had allowed him to make it through.

By the time he got to the sixth trial, however, his skill alone already wasn't enough and he wasn't even certain of how many trials there were left.

From Leonel's calculations, he would have to be at least Tier 4 to brute force this trial, and there was also no guarantee that these trials didn't increase in difficulty with his own prowess. In fact, he had a feeling that the only reason he could brute force a complicated trial like the sixth at all was because he was so much more powerful in comparison to his peers of the same level.

But now it was impossible. The only chance, then, was to find a different method.

These trials wouldn't be designed with a chance at victory. This meant that there was a certain skill necessary to reach this point.

In truth, if Leonel wanted just the normal rewards associated with these trials, he wouldn't be so tired right now. But there was only one goal he had in mind at this point: gain the greatest reward available.

Leonel's eyes suddenly snapped open. "That's it."

had been going through coming

success was past success. After several moments of having no breakthroughs in finding a path out of this trial, Leonel instead decided to replay the other trials in his mind with a specific focus on the sixth. What he found

was no pattern

really was nothing to be seen. But

were very cleverly designed to hide this from Leonel, especially since his Internal Sight was

that the easiest method to make it through these trials was to somehow gain an inkling into what the ultimate reward for the trial

for Leonel. Still, he had one method in his back pocket.

took shape, making one feel

layered all of the rewards on top

vision. Infrared vision. X-ray vision. Force vision. Force Flow vision. Three-dimensional

to take in every detail. Others might find themselves overloaded quickly, but this

forth, taking in every target one after another, looking

sides. Red veins pulsed within the whites of his eyes and his focus was unprecedented and unmatched. He didn't

in Leonel's vision. He layered their paths on top of one another, building a maze of networks in his head that became more and more complicated with every passing

it all

Leonel's mind seemed to snap

he realized another arrow, it was as though he was simply releasing a breath, his chest moving up and down in a steady

BANG! BANG!