Female Novel
Chapter 1557
Leonel walked up to the side of a building and began inspecting it. Aina didn't say anything as shefollowed along, simply allowing Leonel to focus. But as unexpressive as Leonel's face was, his mindwas like a raging storm.
Due to what had happened at the Void Tower, Leonel's Dream World looked a lot more like a universeof its own, his synapses becoming like the usually imaginary lines that connected the stars of aconstellation.
Planets moved, asteroids rushed about, and stars sparkled and faded. It was as though Leonel'sthoughts themselves could force world shattering changes, the changes the likes of which could causeupheaval on a cataclysmic scale.
'As expected, practically everything here is made up of Seventh Dimensional materials at worst. That'sboth a good and a bad thing…'
Leonel's thoughts danced about in his mind. The Dwarven Races Force Arts, the Morales family'sForce Arts, the Luxnix family's Force Arts, and even snippets of the Spiritual Races Force Arts alldanced about in Leonel's mind, a raging tempest of thoughts forming up and then collapsing one afteranother.
'It's possible… It's possible if I copy… Maybe with a few changes here and there…'
Leonel's mind was on a completely different level than it had been before, but when it came to theForce Arts of the Dwarven Race, copying with just a few liberties was still the best that he could do.novelbin
However, he felt that he was getting closer and closer on that front, all he was lacking was time. Buttime was maybe what he lacked the most. He had given himself two more weeks to gain enoughstrength to leave the Oliidark family, but now it felt like that timeline was trying to swallow him whole.
Despite the pressure, Leonel only seemed to grow calmer, his mind working faster and faster.
At that moment, Leonel's palm flipped over the Force Quill appeared, his pale violet eyes glowing witha blinding light as he began to draw across the side of a building. He seemed to forget about everythingelse, trusting Aina entirely to protect his back.
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The appearance of Leonel and Aina had definitely caught the attention of the Human Class geniuseswho were still biding their time and waiting for the events to begin. But the ones caught the most offguard were the trio who recognized Aina's name.
Could it be that Aina had already claimed the Top Prize of the High Class? That much was great, butwhere were Uvile and Silyn, then? And also, why hadn't there been any attempt to contact them?There were more than a few options on how to do so even if you were scared about the retaliation ofthe Human Class demons.
The trio of young women looked toward one another. They realized that something here wasn't quiteright, especially since there was also this Leonidas character. But the benefit of an extra helperwouldn't be small, so they had to try and find Aina.
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In the skies above, Ophelia continued to watch on with a cold gaze. When she saw Aina waste a 100million Demon Points on Leonel, buying up everything he pointed out without the slightest hesitation,her smoldering fury only became deeper and deeper.
She seemed to have completely forgotten that it was only because of Leonel that Aina hadaccumulated so many points so easily to begin with. She couldn't seem to wrap her head around theidea of mutual aid, trust and respect.
Her gaze focused on Aina, never leaving her once. She didn't even seem to notice what it was thatLeonel was doing at all. Or maybe it was just that she didn't care.
Avras, though, was watching on in confusion. That was clearly a Force Quill, but why wasn't it a ForceArt language that he didn't recognize?
Not recognizing it was still fine, but he should still be able to deduce its effects much like Leonel couldwith the Dwarven Race's Force Arts. However… he actually couldn't make heads or tails of it. It feltimpossible that Leonel's attainments in Force Arts could be deeper than his own. Could it be that hewas just trying to show off for a girl and doing whatever nonsense came to mind?
But that didn't seem to make much sense either. Leonel clearly had enough skill that such tricks weren'tnecessary. Plus, he already had the heart of the bastard child of the Brazinger's, so was doing such athing even worth it?
'… Odd.'
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Leonel didn't have time to pay attention to the thoughts of others. As he moved, he only seemed tobecome faster. It had been so long since he had Crafted anything that he forgot how much he loved it.
To Leonel's shock, though, as he continued to draw, a subtle sort of feeling began to dance on theedge of his quill's tip. In fact, the unruly Quasi Life Grade Force Quill only seemed to become more andmore obedient with each passing second.
For a moment, the quill felt no different from a spear or his bow, his control over it was immaculate andthe Artistic Conception that flooded forth from its body enveloped Leonel, causing him to sink evendeeper into his thoughts.
He had felt this feeling once before. When he forged the final creation of his last Force Quill, a ForceQuill that had followed by his side for years, he could almost feel its mourning, its excitement, its finalwill.
That feeling was oh so subtle before, but after grasping the first stage of his grandfather's speartechnique, it became sharper. Rather than a slight melody pulling at his will, it felt as though the DONGof a sonorous bell was ringing in his mind.
Leonel seemed to vanish, fusing into the world itself. It suddenly wasn't clear where his hand stoppedand where his quill began.
And then it clicked. He realized what was lacking from his Bow Force and from his Spear Force.