Dimensional Descent

Ramon unleashed a roar and his hammer smashed through the barrier.

A spiraling golden Force ripped through the air.

At that moment, it all condensed, forming an enormous Idol that pierced through the skies.

It was a truly gorgeous weapon. It had a long body embroidered with thorned vines and roses. It had a hammer on one side, a cone-shaped weight to counterbalance it on the other, and at its head, a tall spear blade almost as long and proportioned as what one might expect from a short sword stood at its helm.

The weapon released a pulse that hummed across the world.

Ramon’s power skyrocketed and his body grew another half a meter in height. At that moment, he looked like a forged Giant, a tattoo that crossed a hammer and a spear appearing on his back.

It didn’t take Leonel long to understand. Ramon hadn’t just created his own body refinement method, but he had used it to directly mutate Metal Body as well.

Essentially, every time he absorbed the strike of his hammer, he was tempering his own body exactly like how he might an ore. That meant that in a roundabout way, his body had also become an extension of his Weapon Forces much like Leonel’s had.

Ramon was a true genius. He had figured out many of the things Leonel had with a far weaker capability to analyze large amounts of data.

And now… his power reflected that.

He surpassed Drake in a single bound, the power he was exuding feeling far more holistic and whole.

He roared to the skies as though giving vent to all his agony. There simply wasn’t a single person in the entirety of Anastasia’s world that couldn’t hear him.

Leonel looked up with a flickering gaze… and then he suddenly grinned.

BOOM!

Ramon landed on the ground with a heavy thud, his body standing almost a meter taller than Leonel. It didn’t feel like he was even looking at a human anymore, but rather a Barbarian. All he was lacking was the crimson tattoos.

The Idol slowly faded.

Ramon clenched his fist and the hammer in his hand shattered. His Metal Spirit squirmed out of it, surging up his skin before etching itself into the tattoo of crossing spear and hammer on his back.

When it succeeded, there was a resonant hum that echoed through the world and his power seemed to hit yet another tier.

SHOOM!

There was a sudden ripple beside Leonel and a familiar perverted old man appeared out of thin air.

Nilrem looked up at Ramon with a twitch at the corner of his lips.

“How is it, Merlin? My army isn’t shaping up too bad, huh?”

Nilrem was too shocked to even care about Leonel getting his name wrong. Wasn’t this the second self-created Idol in Leonel’s team? How was that even possible?

It had to be known that there was no one alive in the world right now that had witnessed the last created Weapon Force. The Primordial Terror might have been an exception… except for the fact it was dead now too.

He could barely accept it happening once.

But twice?

That was just ridiculous.

“… Do you think this is normal?” Nilrem said after a long while, looking toward Leonel with a solemn gaze.

Leonel shrugged.

He could guess Nilrem’s worries. The only reason such things were happening was because the end of the world was truly over the horizon. Certain things that would have been hard “no’s” in the past had suddenly loosened up their standards and now some things were easier to accomplish than others.

However, Nilrem shook his head.

“This isn’t what you think it is. This is entirely related to you, and that means you’re more fucked than I thought.”

This time, it was Leonel’s lips’ turn to twitch. What the hell was that supposed to mean?

But then he remembered the words the Primordial Terror had said to him before it attacked.

He had spoken like he finally recognized Leonel, and Leonel had no idea what that could even mean.

Was that related to this?

“The Violet Winds blow North…” Nilrem muttered beneath his breath. “What a load of hogwash. Which blind bastard gave this idiot so much power?”

“Haven’t you heard the saying that the students reflect the teacher?”

“That’s not a saying.”

“It is now.”

“Leonel…” Ramon’s sudden interruption cut off their banter. The man was looking at him with almost feverish eyes.

Leonel smiled, guessing what he wanted to say.

“Before that, shouldn’t you name your new Force?”

Ramon’s eyes flickered. “… Valor Force.”

Leonel paused for a moment and then nodded.

His wife’s name was Valorie. Maybe he should have guessed that he would take such a route.

BOOM!

The world responded to Ramon’s naming of his Force and the clouds swirled.

In the worlds across Existence, a new Force began to circulate, allowing itself to be comprehended by the masses.

“Come with me,” Leonel said. “I guess that since we’ve reached this point, it’s about time the Morales family made a return…”

If he wanted to give Ramon a legion, it would take time. These people would need to comprehend an entirely new Force, and though it would be far easier with the God of said Force overseeing them, it was still time he wasn’t willing to waste.

The best way to circumvent this problem was by selecting people that would have high affinity for such a Force…

And what better collection of people would that be outside of the Morales?

What better family of people to master a Weapon Force of destruction and creation outside of the Crafting family of Spearmen?

He had won the position of Patriarch with his own two hands, but that responsibility had been ripped from him because of the Four Great Families.

They destroyed his wife’s childhood, killed his family and Clan, and even targeted his child.

He had sworn long ago to destroy them for the sake of Aina… but now he would truly relish it.