Dimensional Descent

Leonel was overwhelmed. How could he possibly sift through so many treasures?

"What do you suggest, Uncle Montez?"

Montez smiled. "First, I don't suggest you trade in your five Tier 4 Black rewards for a Tier 5 one. In your current state, you can't afford to be picky. If you have to rely on 'treasures' you pick up in the Zones you enter, you won't last very long.

"In addition, as I said before, the things you picked up from there will disappear once you leave this place. In this present state, not only are Zones dangerous, but your world itself is dangerous too. You might have run into the Invalids already…"

Leonel opened his mouth to answer but only nodded in the end. He had almost forgotten about the weird changes in his white pupil'd peers… So they were called Invalids. He didn't have to think much to understand why that was.

Unfortunately, he was running out of time, so he knew he couldn't ask Montez about it. It also seemed that Montez was purposely not answering as well.

"Do you have the ability to narrow these down by my needs?" Leonel asked.

After seeing Montez nod, he immediately organized his thoughts.

"How would you categorize these treasures?"

"Hm. There are defensive treasures that range from armors to one time use tokens. There are offensive treasures that range from weapons to, again, one time use tokens. There are techniques that touch on anything from improving your strength to your defense to your offense.

"You can trade for Sub-Dimension Zone analyzing treasures to get a more accurate read on the Zones you enter. These are categorized as detection treasures, the best ones can be used outside of Zones as well.

"You can also trade for information. It can be information about where Zones will appear in your world, or even information about other worlds. It's also possible to buy a ticket to another world, though it would cost you your Tier 9 Black reward."

Leonel's eyes flashed with a sharp light.

"Can you show me your Tier 9 Black techniques? Preferably the ones that teach how to use the same energy as the Priest I just fought."

"Hohoho." Montez smiled a smile that wasn't a smile, but his eyes seemed to give away that he was extremely satisfied with Leonel's choice.

The counter magically shrunk down, leaving a pile of hundreds of booklets. It was clear at a glance that though a Tier 9 Black technique was valuable to Leonel now, it definitely didn't mean much to Montez.

Though the options were narrowed down, Leonel still felt lost. If only his sensory type abilities were able to seek out what he needed.

At this thought, Leonel raised an internal eyebrow. What if it could? He didn't know anything about his abilities currently and he was actually tempted to ask for a treasure that could tell him about it. But, he subconsciously felt that this wasn't the best idea.

One thing that was clear to him about these treasures is that none of them were perfect. He most certainly couldn't expect a Black grade treasure to be so. If he found such a 'helpful' treasure, it might lead him down the wrong path. And, even if it was correct, it might limit him by boxing in his thinking.

Leonel closed his eyes, trying to tap into the same sixth sense he used to battle the Priest. Once he locked onto that feeling once more, his eyes flashed opened. In that moment, the seemingly ordinary piles of books became a violent storm of raging colors.

No. Once again, they weren't truly colors. Leonel's mind only interpreted them as such, almost like an odd form of synesthesia.

Leonel realized now that compared to these books, the Priest had been a joke. But this made sense, he was only the 'Boss' of a Tier 4 Black Zone, while these were Tier 9 Black techniques.

However, he soon found differences between them. Among even these high tier techniques, there were separations. Leonel immediately discarded the worst of them and focused on the five that shone so brightly that even while being buried beneath the pile, they exposed themselves.

pushed all the other away,

can't read

was thinking this, the words on the five thin booklets rearranged themselves, becoming

world." Montez laughed, hiding his

Leonel nodded, thankful.

"I pick this one."

being able to hide his reactions. Leonel hadn't deliberated for more than a

my ability. I had already chosen before

can indeed improve one's ability. But how

dunno. Just

He could tell that Leonel wasn't lying.

powerful as well, so why

I didn't need. Before I think of gaining extra stuff, I want to focus on

refute. He had never seen someone with a Pseudo Fourth

5 Black rewards, can you show

refrained. He felt that Montez had reminded him about the time for

clapped his hands once more, causing the counter to shift. This time, there were even more items to display. Not only were there more, but they also took up a larger

same fashion. He eventually settled on a skin-tight armor not much different from his compression shirt. It was a sleek black and the only difference was

ability to camouflage themselves into his chosen design.

them in. He

to have less carrying capacity than the wooden box Leonel used in the Mayan Temple. But one would be shocked to find that it

came pre-made with 200, but as long as Leonel fed it materials, it could make more. Leonel was extremely happy finding such a perfect

It was a throwing technique that taught the use of wind negating abilities to increase

atlatl. The combination of these higher tech darts and this technique would completely shatter the atlatls the Mayans built. Plus, everything he got from the temple would disappear once he left this place

miles and also point out the direction like a compass. In addition, with a large margin of

that acted as a one time defensive token. Though it was a Tier

traded for it for the sake

disposition. If he tried to give her too much, Leonel was certain she would reject. But this small token… Maybe she just might

"Uh… Uncle Montez…"

for.

place I can wash myself in? I can't see my… I can't see

Leonel before almost falling over

were so quick, you have fifteen

waved his hand and the counter disappeared, replaced by a small

himself furiously. He was so obsessed with getting as clean as possible that he completely missed Montez's sharpening gaze at the sight of

much too comfortable. He forgot the joy of cleaning oneself. But, even more curious, this

end of ten minutes, his Reactions had increased to 0.95 before stopping.

felt his stamina tick up by 0.05. Then,

of holes in them, but at least they covered his most important

he disguised as sneakers. He then slid on the

stuff, he bowed his head in

"Thank you, Uncle Montez!"

and waved, sending Leonel