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.

fast, but its will was almost palpable as

Cut. Cut.

perfectly translated beneath Leonel's Dream Force as though it was a real person

into space itself, tearing a path out of the Lab Setting and into the Abode Setting, and then out from the Abode Setting

This was the pinnacle of the Life Grade, he was certain of

ruin

skies and laughed as Anastasia's fury

her ax, a mighty arc cutting

they weren't coming from any technique or anything of the like. Instead, it

enemies. By this point, her golden irises had gone completely red, an insatiable aura of death and destruction swirling around her, not in their

of raging lunatics was being constantly assaulted by Mo''Lexi's

A member of

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

race of elite Beasts, a descendant of the

to

on her last

month," the White Spectral Tiger, Silvan, said coldly. "You humans are all

did you just call me?" Lumina

coward." Silvan

she was referring to. Plus, she's right. That woman is eating herself up from

me a human again and I'll cut

Tiger race, even though he was just the

"Watch your mouth, human."