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.

fly particularly fast, but its will

Cut. Cut.

again, perfectly translated beneath Leonel's Dream Force

it actually cut into space itself, tearing a path out of the

pinnacle of the Life Grade, he was

ruin my world one

his head to the skies and laughed as Anastasia's fury fell down like

ax, a mighty arc cutting

they weren't coming from any technique or anything of the like. Instead, it was coming from Aina's own heaving

irises had gone completely red, an insatiable aura

of raging lunatics was being constantly assaulted by Mo''Lexi's painting as Aina's coercion swirled more and more out of

in?" A member of the Beast Race

of gold and his tail was a mixture of black scale and white fur. Every time this tail whipped about, space

elite Beasts, a descendant of

to go,"

her

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

just

coward." Silvan said

chuckled. "I don't think that's what she was referring to. Plus, she's right. That woman is eating

and I'll cut your

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 pride.

"Watch your mouth, human."