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Dimensional Descent

The Third Dimension is collapsing. The Fourth Dimension is descending. First it seemed that only technology would evolve, but who knew the world itself could too? It wasn’t as simple as climate change or tectonic movement. No, the fundamental laws of physics that governed everything were changing. Leonel was fairly lucky. His family was decently well off, his father loved him enough to brew vomit inducing nutrient rich smoothies every morning, and this was both the day of the National Championship and his 521st confession to his dream girl, Aina. As his father always said, nothing was more important than respect and persistence. Unfortunately, everything changed that night. At the after party of ages, the world reached a saturation point and an apocalypse descended. Abilities awakened. Sub-Dimensional Zones opened. Invalids rampaged through the Earth like a virus... Those who could evolve would have a slim chance for survival. Those who couldn’t would die. This novel will be a unique spin on the dungeon/system genre. Dungeons won't be dungeons and the system won't be a system... Take a look to find out what I mean :) -------- For Updates - @Awespec on twitter or https://discord.gg/awespec for discord https://www.instagram.com/awespec_/ https://dimensional-descent.fandom.com/wiki/Aina_Brazinger

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All Roads Lead to Rome

'Interesting…' Leonel thought. 

The Morales obviously had their own ways of teaching forging, but Leonel didn't believe that this was one of them. This should be something that Ramon had come up with on his own. 

From Leonel's understanding, in their generation, Ramon's talent in forging was only beneath his own. And even then, he could close the gap much more if he had had the training of Leonel's father. 

However, unlike Eamon, he still had much less room to grow. After all, Eamon was self-taught, but even if Ramon's teachings weren't as good as Leonel's own, he still had the Morales family. 

The issue was, obviously, that the standard of the Morales family was beneath even the Human Bubbles, let alone the rest of Existence. 

Leonel watched silently and didn't interrupt Rowan. He continued to hammer away at what looked like the tip of a blade, a spear blade to be most accurate.