Dimensional Descent

Leonel landed heavily a long distance away. Of course, this wasn't because he had been kicked or punched, but rather because he had escaped with his Emulation Spatial Innate Node. The "Leonel" that had been holding his spear to Alpha Clown's neck was nothing more than one of his clones.

As for himself, the moment he said "kneel", he had already escaped. This time, though, he used his will to form an impression on space and combine it with his Ability Index, allowing him to jump a much, much, much further distance in one go than he would otherwise be able to.

After hacking up several mouthfuls of blood, Leonel chuckled to himself before slumping against some rock. He had let his ego get the best of him. Truthfully, he should have just escaped directly, but he didn't like letting that clown go unscathed, so he had forced him to kneel.

Well, that had cost him practically all of his Dream Force, and as a result, he hadn't been able to jump as far through space as he had hoped. If he didn't get a move on, they'd probably find him within a few minutes. If they had any Spatial Force experts, it would be even faster than that.

That Alpha Clown was annoying, but he was powerful. In fact, Leonel felt that even if his grandfather hadn't sent him back to the Third Dimension, he would still be weaker than Alpha Clown. Of course, he was Tier 1 of the Seventh Dimension back then, while Alpha Clown was well into Tier 9 and seemed to be suppressing himself from entering the Eighth Dimension, but it was the truth nonetheless. The gap was huge.

In the Dimensional Verse, just stepping into the Seventh Dimension had made Leonel invincible among Seventh Dimensional humans, at the very least. But clearly, this wasn't the case here, and it most definitely wasn't the case since he was stuck at the Third Dimension for now.

'If it was the me of back then, I would have probably meandered around until I had a breakthrough of some sort and then I would have defeated him before going on my merry way.' Leonel smiled as he pushed himself up. His body was in a bad, but not terrible state. The greatest wound was to his face, so nothing major. He'd just have an ugly mug for a bit.

The greatest problem was his Dream Force. He only realized now just how valuable his Stars were. Recovering his Dream Force felt that it was moving at a snail's pace.

run, using the energy of his Emulation Spatial Innate Node directly to cover more distance. He didn't even want to waste the Dream Force it would take to

mumbled. His Dream Force might be drained, but everything was relatively. He might just have a single percent remaining, and yet he was still capable of using

Dimensional Verse's Seeded genius, and that would, obviously, be leading him out of the Beastman Dimensional Verse's

"territory" and into the borders of another, and these people seemed to have

his grandfather for not letting him prepare for

...

The Nomad Race.

fact their Ethereal Glabellas stuck out from their foreheads. Oh, and there was of course the

humans were. They had larger Ethereal Glabellas, more hands, and most importantly, they were better at being jacks of all trades than any other race

no one followed just a single path, as such their energies were diverted across

body and hand to hand combat, like the Rapax. They had