Dimensional Descent

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Leonel dodged and exchanged blows, the swiftness of his attacks and decision-making turning the ghoul Variant Invalid into a target for practice.

He was clearly weaker, and yet he always seemed to be ten steps ahead. He moved the moment he sensed a twitch of the muscle, and planned based on mere intentions of the mind and instinctual reactions he calculated.

It was like he could truly see the future, and that was because he somewhat could.

He now had a Higher Creation State Dream Force, and with his Sovereignty it wasn't much weaker than the usual Peak Creation State Dream Force. At this point, his Dream Force was firmly rooted in the First Dimension, and as such, things like distance and even time began to matter less and less to him.

The world to most people was a vast chasm of Existence, extending into infinity.

But to Leonel, it might as well have been just a single dimension, just a dot with no longitude, latitude, or depth... a place where even time seemed meaningless.

If his simulations weren't 100% yet, they were about as close to 100% as you could get.

Blade strikes began to litter the fused ghoul's body. It was an array of strikes beautiful in their execution and simple in their make.

Leonel's blade seemed to be everywhere and every-time. Like a cascading net falling like a waterfall, the array of colors was omnipresent and all-knowing.

The Variant Invalid was being suffocated at every turn.

Leonel's spearmanship had already lost the beauty that made one look at it in awe. The flashiness had been entirely stripped from its existence, and yet it still reeled the minds and thoughts of people into it.

of water. There wasn't a single droplet out of place, not one wasted. All of his strength was concentrated to the tip of his spear

Invalid had seen many spear experts in its life, it had even seen Gods of the Spear before... And yet, right now, no matter how it wracked its

a complex Artistic

accumulate across the fused ghoul's body, it realized that in this situation, it simply had not the slightest chance of winning. It could last

Death.

future like Leonel

through a sea of corpses? It had fought far bloodier

head to the skies and

remained indifferent. He knew what the call was immediately, and he had already expected it. The

simply tapped his spear out and touched

fused to the

Spear Force began to accumulate on its surface, barely coming together, and yet carrying

Force just yet, at least not without doing great harm to himself even

he was nowhere near as helpless as he had been before. At the very least,

his actual spear strikes a bit. But in terms of an area of effect, it was all the

taken aback the moment he saw the faint Spear Force wisps. They floated around like fluttering butterflies, and yet every time

were no screams, no shouts of horror, no shocking bouts of pain. There was just

this Spear Force shredded apart powerful beings as though they

was when the Variant Invalid felt

was doing a good job in defending against Leonel's Dream Force, when in reality that was only

have never lasted three days. But it had just given Leonel the exact vulnerability he needed to deal