Dimensional Descent

Leonel's thoughts were consumed by the consumption of Mine Cores. Every one he swallowed didn't seem like enough, and his consumption quickly crossed the seven figure mark and rapidly approached eight figures. He left behind his previous capacity by so far that his power practically became its own engine, thrumming with power and energy so much so that the air around him trembled.

Leonel realized that he had been too neglectful before. He had been obsessed with improving his Dimension, but he had forgotten that this wasn't the only path to improving himself.

No... it wasn't that he had forgotten. It was probably impossible for him to forget most things. The main issue was that he only had so much time in the day and everything he had to do was so draining and all-consuming. He had come to enjoy the time he spent with his wife instead and he didn't want to spend all the time in the world consumed by improvement.

So, though he knew the room he had to improve his Metal Body was there, the idea of sitting down and swallowing up millions of Mine Cores, especially when it wouldn't help him destroy the enemies he really wanted to destroy, just felt like something he could put off until later.

But now, feeling the vast difference, it was akin to a new sky opening up.

From over 700,000, he shot over a million, then two, then four, he didn't even begin to see his potential limits until after he had crossed 6,000,000, and even then he showed no signs of slowing down until over eight.

The problem was that even though he could split his mind, there was only so much energy his body could consume at once. With his skin, it was easy because it was external, but if he was targeting individual cells inside his body, he had no choice but to use more roundabout methods...

Until something suddenly clicked.

After consuming so many Mine Cores, it felt to Leonel as though he had sensed something different. He opened himself up to that new feeling and he felt his Destruction World layer on top of the world around him.

Cores around him shattered like glass, being crushed beneath

but didn't his Destruction World, well... destroy? What did he

appeared, he washed it away with several

instinct, as though he knew how best to do something that would benefit him. But this obviously wasn't a feeling that he should have had naturally, that meant that it was a new phenomena, and by extension, could

naturally. There was a reason the

something related to his Destruction World. Whatever that feeling was, it shouldn't have stirred him wrong, and that helped him

thing he recalled was his own comprehension of Destruction and

of Creation that it manifested to the world as Destruction... but shouldn't that mean that the opposite

but wasn't he creating it in a sense? And in this situation, although he had "destroyed" the Mine Cores, weren't they still living in another form, ready to be reborn as a part of

from Creation you could take so much that you ended

moment he thought of this, it clicked

up to using Force through everything single one of them, but didn't it also mean that he could

and improvement method... who said that the foundation it laid couldn't help him to improve

the Mine Core Essence around him split into countless tiny streams, tempering each one of his cells individually and forming a comprehensive

he didn't need more Mine Cores to do this. In fact,