Dimensional Descent

This wasn't like battle, at least not in the same way.

While it was true that most of his Crafts would be used in battle, and as such have to read and react to numerous variables that he maybe wouldn't otherwise think of, the beauty of a Craft was that he didn't have to account for all possibilities.

He didn't need to break down whether two blades met at 20 degree angles or 30. He didn't need to make a guess as to whether the enemy was using Water or Fire Force, or whether they were at the Lower Impetus State or the Higher, or whether they were using 10% of their abilities over a wide range or 80% over a concentrated range.

No, he could simplify it greatly.

"The first sword I created was the perfect example. It didn't care what angle it hit the ground. All it knew was that anything it came in contact with, it would repel. That was it, that was all... In that case..."

Leonel didn't need to worry about every case, he could just impose his will onto the battle.

His mind drifted to the Evolution Ore mine he had stumbled into, and how the moment one stepped into it, you could feel its greed, its desire for improvement, its will to evolve.

"That's it..."

The thoughts hit Leonel like an endless stream and he made one connection after another.

It was a fusion of two paths. On the one hand, there was Simulation, accounting for very specific outcomes and creating predictable results. This would limit the number of variables his Craft had to deal with. And on the other, there was the truest essence of the Life Grade, a level whereupon you could begin to change the environment.

"What was the Life Grade if not creating items that already existed in nature? The only reason you didn't call Evolution Ores Life Grade materials was because it was redundant."

The glass shards suddenly came together beneath Leonel's glowing eyes. A small strand of Little Tolly danced between them, quickly forming a new Craft in the form of a small flying knife.

Without even looking, Leonel flicked a finger off to the side.

particularly fast, but its will

Cut. Cut. Cut.

Dream Force as though it was a real person speaking a

tore through the wall of the Lab Setting as though it was slicing through partially melted butter, but when it didn't seem satisfied, it actually cut into space itself, tearing a path

grinned. This was the pinnacle of the Life

ruin

skies and laughed as Anastasia's fury fell down like

ax, a mighty arc cutting down another

from any technique or anything of the like. Instead, it was coming from Aina's own heaving

gone completely red, an insatiable aura of death and destruction swirling around her, not in their tangible forms,

though the crowd of raging lunatics was being constantly assaulted by Mo''Lexi's painting as Aina's coercion

step in?" A member

but his black stripes were outlined with dancing runes of gold and his tail was a mixture of black scale

of elite Beasts, a descendant of the Demi-God

to go," Orion

should be on her last legs," Lumina

last month," the White Spectral Tiger, Silvan, said

just call

Silvan

right. That woman is

human again and I'll

reacted as though someone had stepped onto that very tail. The tail of the White Spectral Tiger race, even though he was just the dregs of their bloodline, was their greatest

"Watch your mouth, human."