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Leonel exhaled a long breath, his face marred with fatigue. Even Little Tolly, who Leonel had never seen exhibit such signs before, also seemed to be worn out. It was clear that this was already pushing the little guy's ability. 

If others knew that Leonel had accomplished so much with a Fifth Dimensional Metal Spirit, it was hard to say how they would react. However, this was meaningless to him, what was important was that he had succeeded. 

In a spacious field of the Segmented Cube, three ships, each exactly a kilometer long large. They were all sleek and powerful, and yet despite hovering in the air, the grass beneath them only swayed gently as though a delicate gust of wind was passing by instead of the behemoth-like Starships they really were.