Dimensional Descent

[Bonus chapter courtesy of Mr. Ham <3 5/6]

Leonel waved a hand and let the Dream Force dissipate. He didn't seem to care very much about what he had just done and had already moved to focus on other things. He knew that there were probably several pairs of eyes on him, but whether he did things this way or another, nothing would change.

He caught something in the air and then looked up. He had left the Starry Tailed Fox behind and had taken a bit of a quick path down the mountain, but there was no telling if it would try to follow after him.

As for what he had caught in his hand, it was none other than the net of runes the Nomad Race was using to skyrocket their strength in a short time.

Leonel observed it for a moment and shook his head. Observing Force Arts that were so far beyond him in skill was annoying enough without it also being drawn in a language he had never seen before. He wasn't even sure how to use it, or if he should use it at all for that matter.

There was a clear tradeoff with its use and it wasn't necessarily worth it, not if you were alone now like Leonel. If you were in a huge group and could make use of it to elevate the whole in a short time, it was definitely worthwhile.

'It is a bit annoying though...'

He was used to grasping everything Crafting and Force Arts related instantly, but now he felt like the same kid he had been back then when he first started to learn about these matters.

It made sense. His father was far beyond the rest of the Dimensional Verse in skill, and under his tutelage, everything Leonel learned laid a foundation that made seeing through everything else as easy as breathing.

Unfortunately, while the foundation his father had laid for him was still solid, Leonel wasn't far away from completing the training regimen. In another couple of years, he felt that he would catch up to his father in Crafting Skill, and by then he would be on his own for the first time.

Leonel sighed.

Verse of all places would probably make him a God in the eyes of most. Even the God Races

the net of runes for now and looked toward what he really wanted: the

more space between himself and the Starry Tailed Fox's mountain

Then, he crushed it.

was highly dangerous. Most hoarded these orbs until they returned to

course, some would store them purely for the sake of exchanging for Contribution

were top-tier treasures, but they weren't guaranteed home

that was also because

with the True Dream Plane. This place was filled with Dream Force, and it acted in ways Dream Force didn't

the fault of the new higher-ups that these Challenges had become bloodbaths instead of what

And second...

one had the

apart, analyzing, rebuilding, these were things the Life Tablet was

mind. "Forgetting" the context

he trusted the Life Tablet, or that he trusted his talent either,

back then, the world of endless blood and carnage... how it