TACKLE

Leonel's intentions were clear. He would build around the one thing that could never be taken away from him, his Spear and Bow Sovereignty.

No matter what machinations there were, no matter what schemes, as long as his spear could pierce through them and his arrow could shoot through them, there would never be anything to worry about.

They would become the foundation of his strength, and everything else would only be extras to their flourishing.

In truth, he would have to thank the Demoness. The Dream Asura bloodline in him was like a stench that he could not remove without harming himself. Now that it had been done for him, he would never have to consider it again.

When his foundation was reaffirmed and rebuilt, he would then be able to use it as the new core of his being and rebuild himself back up to his former talent.

It could be said that only the Dream Asura Bloodline was taken from him, but the problem was that it was the mesh that had allowed all his other talents to work together and multiply the effort of the other talents around it.

Without it, he had lost the core of his being, and now his talents were just as scattered as they had been in the past. No… it was even worse now because his Dream Force talent was no longer as potent as it had been in the past.

Before, even when his methods were scattered and unfocused, he was still able to use his mind a great deal. Of course, it was still far weaker than when his Dream Asura bloodline was activated, but it was still much stronger than it was now.

Now, though, that wasn't possible. He would have to rebuild a new center of his power, and without the former potency of his Dream Force and his weakened body, it would be even more difficult.

His Spear and Bow Force were already unruly before, not allowing him to properly control them. Now, it would certainly be worse.

But that was when Leonel had a thought. What if, instead of taking this as a bad thing… he chose to treat it as a good thing instead?

He would use the clash of his Bow and Spear Sovereignties to refine his body, and it would become the new foundation of his Metal Body. Têxt belongs to .

The benefits of taking such a path were obvious.

If rather than using Metal, he used Weapon Forces, he would be able to heal himself just by gathering more Weapon Forces from the surroundings.

His body would become as tough as any weapon. Rather than being an unrefined, unprocessed metal, it would be able to take any metals that he did process, giving them a sharpness and robustness that they never had before.

If he succeeded, using his Weapon Sovereignties would also become possible again because he would not only be more in tune with them, but his body would also be more equipped to handle any backlash until he had truly fully controlled them.

The benefits were clear, but there was also one major drawback to all of this.

Danger.

Great danger.

It could be said that taking this step was like walking a tightrope of life and death. Letting his Weapon Forces rampage around his body was akin to having true chaos in him. It would be exceptionally easy for him to be ripped apart beyond repair.

But Leonel didn't hesitate to take this step at all.

What happened back then, although he didn't regret it, was a humiliation. He had been forced to rely on a Bloodline given to him by a woman he hated to the very core of his being, only for her to thank him and then take it away.

He would never allow something like that to happen again. His power would be built by his own hands.

He could still remember the version of himself that was so complacent and lazy. He couldn't find the motivation to do anything because it all came so easily.

Now, he was on the other side of that.

Back when he activated his Dream Asura Bloodline, Leonel could feel that he could easily form his Dharma and Idol right then and there. His mental capacity was at an unimaginable level, and it was like everything he had ever learned could be easily consolidated with a thought.

But he hadn't taken that step. Not only would it not have helped, but he didn't want its help.

That consolidation would have been the culmination of the Demoness' work, not his own.

This time, everything would be built by his own two hands.

"Alright. If that's your choice, show me the technique you're working on and I'll help you refine it. You're still a little too simple-minded to do this on your own. I can imagine all the mistakes already."

Leonel rolled his eyes, but he didn't reject it. He might as well put this man to work for something. His insights shouldn't be too bad either.

The two walked out, ignoring the cold sweat of the guards.

"Where's my wife?" Leonel asked. He had long since noticed that the Segmented Cube wasn't with him. He didn't believe for a moment that his grandfather had taken it, so it should be in Aina's hands.

"Where do you think? On a battlefield somewhere."

"Fighting against who?"

"The Four Great Families, of course."

Leonel nodded.

"She's probably already on her way back, but that'll make a lot of people angry."

"Why's that?" "Well, she's kind of the core of her army right now."

"Makes sense," Leonel chuckled.

The master-disciple duo were casually chatting until they were suddenly blocked by three figures. They had entered a garden and were following along the walkway back to Leonel's living quarters. Leonel himself was already thinking about his next steps after he finished this first refinement when these people appeared.

Though he didn't know who they were, the gold hair and green eyes told the entire story.

However, just as they were about to speak, there was a blur of red that suddenly passed by.

Leonel couldn't even react before a delicate fragrance assaulted his nose and a familiar beauty tackled him.