Dimensional Descent

Leonel sat in the middle of the Cleansing Waters of the ocean, surrounded by Pure Ninth Dimensional Reinforced Urbe Ore.

According to his father's technique, he needed one Essence per cell. But before he took action on this front... he swallowed the pill that Aina had created.

Almost instantly, his body superheated as though he had become the core of his own world. His veins lit on fire, becoming molten streams of crimson that threatened to burn him up from the inside out.

During these last few months, Leonel had been thinking a lot about the soul and the benefits of having it separated versus being a part of his body. Those thoughts had, obviously, been triggered by Aina's own path.

That said, Leonel didn't actually believe that his father was wrong. Rather... he felt that he was looking at things the wrong way the entire time.

It was one thing to follow the path a technique set out for you... but understanding what that path was and why each step was as it was was a different matter entirely.

The best example of this was actually [Dimensional Cleanse]. The difference between whether you could share that technique or not was entirely based on whether you understood its various layers. For a long while, Leonel had been able to use the technique, but he was unable to share it with Aina or his brothers because he didn't really understand it.

These thoughts had led him to realize that he had never really understood his father's intentions behind each step either.

He shuddered every time he saw the number of resources he needed just to progress a single step forward, but he had never stopped to think... Why?

The establishment of [Final Destruction] seemed to be the creation of a Destruction World. Secondary to that, it was turning the body into an anchor for this world. And in the end, the soul seemed to be an afterthought in this equation...

Or was it?

his Destruction World be able to do

seemed, then, the reason he had to separate his soul

mean that he was forever

so certain

of the heat, rushing out in waves and carrying the bubbles to the

to feel his body's strength increasing

not through a newly created mechanism, but rather the mechanism they were always designed to be used

or acceptably so depending

somewhat different from other humans. His ability to use his Dream Force to directly affect change in

it wasn't just

Control Ability Index precisely designed to control the parameters of his body? Wasn't that the tradeoff for being unable

Leonel realized that his talents were more synergistic than he had ever given them credit

perfect,

leaps and bounds, and from the restrictive

many of the restrictions on his Forces loosening as his power

perfect, his muscles more proportioned, his skin more resplendent in their bronze hue, even his face gained subtle hints of improvement-not obvious enough to make him look like a completely different person, and yet

seemed to glow, every one of his cells shimmering and

a hundred times the usual 30 trillion cells of a human. Now, he seemed to have gained another hundred times atop of that, the dense perfection he was exuding thrumming