Dimensional Descent

Dream Class was an ability Leonel had created back when he felt that he had too many paths to follow. He split his skills into archetypes to raise his efficiency in battle.

He had created a Sniper Archer and Explosive Archer Class, a Strong Spearman and Flexible Spearman Class, a Mixed Fighter and Speed Fighter Class… so on and so forth. Then, he assigned them all stats.

The goal was meant to allow him to track his progress and be more ruthlessly efficient in battle. Because he was such a calculative fighter, it took a toll on his mind to eliminate all the abilities he shouldn’t use and hone in on the ones he should.

This Dream Class ability was meant to cut all of that out by choosing the archetype that would best counter an opponent in a situation.

Essentially, it was practically like swapping characters mid-game.

It was a good idea, but Leonel had ended up abandoning it, not because it was a waste of time, but because too much happened around that time. Not long after he created this ability, he ended up stuck in the Cataclysm Zone and things only went downhill from there.

Now, he had revived the use of the ability, but this time for his people.

Thanks to their baby, Leonel and Aina had been able to re-establish the connection of their souls, which meant that Aina could share his insights once again.

That meant that if he used Dream Class now…

Technically everyone would have Clairvoyance.

Now, it was just a matter of returning them to the Third Dimension.

And that was going to rely on his Dream Force.

…

Leonel stood before James, a half grin on his face.

“You’re gonna be my guinea pig.”

James gave him a weird look and took a step back. “I don’t think I like the sound of that.”

“You like rolling the dice anyway, don’t you?”

“Stop bringing up that prostitute!”

Leonel blinked innocently. “Prostitute? I don’t remember mentioning such a thing. Did you guys hear me say something?”

The boys snickered and James fumed, but that was enough of a distraction for Leonel to press his palm against his forehead, causing James to shudder.

The human body was extraordinarily unique. Unlike the other Races who seemed to evolve toward separating their souls from their bodies, they remained fused.

This seemed like a terrible thing. Even Leonel’s father had thought so, or else he wouldn’t have taken the path of separating the soul from the body as well.

Well, it was possible he thought otherwise and had just ended up stumbling on the perfect technique that required separating the soul, but the truth didn’t matter much one way or another.

What was important was that this seeming weakness was something that Aina had made a powerful strength. And right now, Leonel was fairly certain that he could make it yet another.

The trouble with having the soul fused with the body was that as one trekked through the Dimensions, one’s soul would end up pulled along and stretched through the Dimensions as well.

The soul’s main place was the Dream Plane, which was located in the Second Dimension. So if you had your soul fused with your body, each step forward would elongate and pull your soul like an elastic band through the Dimensional layers.

By the time you got to the Ninth Dimension, if you could manage that at all, your soul would be stretched so thin that comprehending much of anything would be endlessly difficult.

But… the Gathering Stele that the God Beasts of Creation left behind seemed to disagree. They left behind a perfect Dimensional Method designed for the Human Race.

Still, that wasn’t what Leonel wanted to take advantage of now.

Instead, he planned to use the Time Force characteristics his Dream Force had gained to forcefully rewind the state of his brothers’ souls.

Because humans had unique constitutions, if he could succeed, theoretically, their bodies would all revert to the Third Dimension as well while actually keeping some of their current strength.

When all of this came together, they would be able to practice [Dimensional Cleanse] and pair it with the [Human Dimensional Method] of the Gathering Stele, laying a foundation far more powerful than anything they had ever had before.

At that point, their strength would hit a new tier entirely.

Though Leonel was joking around, he would never do this if he felt like there was a large risk of failure. But whenever you were trying something new, there would inevitably be some risk involved.

However…

Leonel wouldn’t accept no for an answer this time.

He would drag his brothers along to keep up with his steps no matter what this time.

He would build the Kingdom he wanted to see, a place where his children would be able to flourish in happiness, where the Human Race, and all Races for that matter, would have their own piece of the world to live out these final days.

Leonel’s gaze flared and his aura pierced the skies.

Dream Reverse.

James’ body shuddered and his aura began to rapidly decline. The life seemed to be stripped from his eyes and he fainted soon afterward. However, there seemed to be a mysterious suction force on Leonel’s palm that kept him standing upright, not allowing him to fall even when his body went limp.

The world overturned and churned.

Leonel grit his teeth, his jaw set. His eyes glowed brighter and brighter.

Pierce through!

BANG!

James’ body convulsed and the skies above began to swirl.

Leonel’s mind shook at the same time, Violet Winds soaring through him as his Creation Sovereignties melded into his Dream Force.

He could feel it… that final barrier…

“Reverse.”

He spoke out the word lightly and the world fell into silence.

For countless miles, the leaves didn’t rustle, nor did the wind blow.

It was then that Leonel knew he had succeeded.

James’ body collapsed to the soft grass and time slowly sped up once again.

Beads of cold sweat poured down Leonel’s brows.

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