The Martial Unity

[ for 1000 powerstones. THAT'S ENOUGH.]

After Leonel stopped chuckling, a wave of fatigue hit him. He felt as though his mind was completely drained, even his control over his Force was severely weakened.

'My spirit dropped...'

Leonel looked up toward the ceiling and frowned. He could vaguely feel that it wasn't a permanent drop, but was rather temporary. He could probably recover it after taking a nap as he didn't have a quicker method.

[Dimensional Cleanse] resulted in his spirit growing, this was especially after he formed his First Star. However, Leonel knew that it was more of a byproduct rather than a direct influence.

Practicing [Dimensional Cleanse] strengthened his ability, and his ability seemed to influence his spirit. This was the link between the two occurrences. [Dimensional Cleanse] had no direct impact on his spirit, so the only method he had to deal with this problem was time.

Leonel knew now that his spirit was obscenely high. Aina had formed her seventh Force Node now, yet her spirit wasn't even 10% of his own. The gap was massive.

In addition, from Leonel's observations, Aina's spirit hadn't improved when moving from six Force Nodes to seven, unlike Leonel's which experienced a leap every time he formed one.

But, this once again proved his conjecture. Forming Force Nodes strengthened his ability which in turn strengthened his spirit. Unless someone else had a similar ability to his own, he likely had the highest spirit stat on Earth currently, and by a large margin, at that.

Leonel was so weak and lost in his thoughts that it took him several moments to realize that there was a spear in his hand, and even a few seconds more to realize that this was the very same spear he had tried to use to steady himself in that hell world.

'This... Isn't this too crude...'

Leonel weakly sat up, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

To call the spear in his hand primitive was an understatement. It was made of wood that had a natural and slight curve to it, completely unlike the perfect straight spears Leonel had become used to. Its blade, if one could even call it that, consisted of a sharpened grey stone wrapped to the tip by twine. And, if all this wasn't enough, it was caked with a dried brownish red substance it took Leonel a while to realize was blood...

At that moment, Leonel suddenly remembered that Montez had told him he would soon have more spears than he knew what to do with. Is this what that stingy man meant by that? These were the spears he was meant to be bathing in? Where was the joke? He was still waiting.

After observing the spear for a while, Leonel sighed. At this point, might as well just keep using that D-grade spear. It wasn't as though it was treating him wrong. If it came to it, he could just use some Ascension Points for a better spear.

man, you really left me something so useless. Is this supposed to be a practical joke? Haha, you got me.' Leonel scolded in

one spear, it wouldn't be a big deal. The problem was Leonel had been in that world. For the first several hundred meters, there was nothing but wooden and broken spears. As for beyond that, the world was too dark for him to

to take just one step, who knew how long it

as he stared at

a book

spatial bracelet to bring out a familiar spear and raised it up to slash it against the wooden

He did get a surprise... It just wasn't the one

the unpolished ring on Leonel's ring vibrated and emitted

because he didn't remember putting this

react before his D-grade spear burst into a rain of

to the fact he had gotten some OP spear... but rather because

Where was the justice?

"Pft..."

Leonel's attention, but when he looked over, her eyes had closed once more. It was as though the

be, trying every method he had to pull the ring from his

teeth grinding away. That old man really did

'Dammit...'

could do. Without another choice, he stepped toward the center pedestal, feeling incomparably

left better not

enough to think that the ring really was useless. But, he still

plate. However, this time he failed to do so. Or,

silver plate suddenly vibrated and a hologram

skin and a strong jaw. He wore a pair of glasses and he seemed quite scholarly. He was the kind of man who made immature women swoon and mature

the grinding of his

at the spear in his hand and burst out into a fit of laughter. When it saw the pile of

as he laughed without restraint. It seemed to be

said. "Normally people go for the middle first, who asked you to start with the left pedestal. I even put it a few steps