Dimensional Descent

The Regulator was an absolute annoyance. If Leonel could have directly killed it, he would have made the attempt already.

But he knew those thoughts were foolish.

If that Regulator could go toe to toe with Anastasia, then he certainly stood no chance. Such thoughts were nothing more than something to help him sleep better at night, not that he was getting much sleep these days.

Even so, he had his own ways of sticking a middle finger to the Regulator.

Blacksmithing was definitely a much different profession than Crafting had been for

him.

Rather than Finger Designations, he had to replace it with rhythmic swings.

Rather than communicating with Tolly to deal with impurities, he had to hammer them out or burn them away.

Rather than fusing metals with a thought, he had to adjust temperatures and melt them into one another, then force their fusion with tempering processes.

The list of things he had to do felt endless, and it was like he was learning how to Craft all over again...

But he absolutely loved it.

Just now, he had managed to touch onto the faintest edges of the Life Grade.

Normally, this wouldn’t be possible with just this alone. That was because the Life Grade required the formation of an entirely new Force Metal, one that could stand on its own.

But Leonel was just using normal iron and hadn’t added in anything special... Except for Dream Force.

Everything in this Zone was forged of Dream Force, including these seemingly solid metals. That meant that they could be manipulated in ways normal metals in real life couldn’t.

Leonel had managed to forge a new path of blacksmithing, one that would only work in this world... and also one that would ignore the Regulator.

A Regulator was a Regulator for a reason. It could target Leonel, but it could only do so while following its own rules. If not, why would it just target Leonel like this and not directly kill him?

Leonel’s father, the man he respected the most in the world, had ended up dying at the hands of a Regulator of the mere Dimensional Verse. Compared to that Regulator, the

Regulator of the Idol Battlefield was most definitely orders of magnitude more powerful.

Killing the Leonel of now would be as easy as snapping its fingers. But it didn’t.

It also didn’t send any more beasts after Leonel once he left the forest as well.

And the reason was the exact same.

Its rules.

Making it more difficult for Leonel to communicate with and sense his Spear and Bow Force was still bending the rules within a certain parameter. It was still justifiable. However, after Leonel created a Life Grade Weapon that resonated with Spear Force on its own, this was no longer possible. That was because the weapon in Leonel’s hand now had nothing to do with the challenge of the Zone.

There was nothing the Zone could do about it.

Suddenly, Leonel had gained the best of both worlds.

With a spearhead like this one, he could now access Spear Force, and at the same time, he could continue to forge his own Spear Force Path.

Of course, there were drawbacks.

For one, this new Crafting Path he was creating wasn’t perfect just yet. At best, he was accessing a neutral Spear Force, not his Sovereign Spear Force, and certainly not his Dharma Spear Force.

He would need to refine his methods for much longer before he took this step.

But the good news was that he already had several ideas. He had yet to carve any Force Arts into the blade, and he had a feeling that he would get many more chances to test out his theories very soon.

”You... just who are you...?” Kammy looked at Leonel incredulously. ”In this entire Bellmount Ridge Region, spanning thousands of miles, there’s only one blacksmith amongst hundreds that can do that...”

”Oh? There’s another?”

Kammy was speechless. Why did it sound like Leonel didn’t believe him?

He was about to reprimand the pretty boy, only to realize that he probably didn’t have the right to.

Who was he to lecture this man about blacksmithing?

Plus, that blacksmith he spoke about had been a legend for so long that he had either already died or certainly had a foot in the grave. But Leonel looked like he had barely just turned 20...

Of course, Leonel was much older than that. In terms of years personally experienced, he was over 150 years old. In terms of his body’s age, he was almost 30 now.

But in this Third Dimensional World, those that could look so young and be so old at the same time didn’t exist... not yet, anyway.

At that moment, there was a sudden ruckus at the door, or the flap, and Kammy looked over with a frown.

A blacksmith apprentice who seemed to be in his 30s rushed in.

”Master Kammy, the City Guard is here to pick up the order.”

Kammy waved a hand. ”It’s all by the door. Just take it.”

”They... they say it’s not enough... Master Elaine is arguing with them...”

Kammy’s eyes flashed with rage. ”Is it Jones?”

The blacksmith apprentice didn’t dare to speak.

Jones was the youngest son of the city lord. There were rumors that he was secretly

selling their work on the private market to enrich himself, but Master Maine had ended up suppressed for bringing this matter to the City Lord, and now no one dared

to bring it up.

The amount of weapons Kammy had handed over was certainly enough. The quota never changed, including a certain number of repairs and a certain number of fresh weapons and armor depending on the blacksmith in question.

The fact Jones was asking for more only meant that he was truly overstepping his bounds this time. He wanted more obviously so that he could skim off the top. He

wasn’t even trying to hide it anymore.

With a flash of rage, Kammy stomped out.

Leonel frowned as well, following. If Elaine was involved, what about Aina?

He wouldn’t mind starting a massacre regardless of the consequences if even the slightest hair on her head was harmed,