And now, he felt that that feeling would only grow all the more. With this new view of Crafting, it felt like every Crafting project was another puzzle to sort out. Not only would he need to think about which Ores to use-something that he would normally need to do anyway-but he would have to think about not only how they interacted with one another, but also what Force Arts he would use and how said Force Art would change the way they interacted with one another. On top of that, he would need to think of a method of conveying his thoughts through said Force Art, essentially creating a new Force Art language every time he Crafted something, maybe even a new language multiple times for a given Craft.
It just felt so mentally stimulating.
He realized now how silly it was that it had taken him so long to realize he was a Wise Star Order. It was so obvious now thinking retrospectively.
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But it quickly became something different; it was like an endless well of knowledge he could constantly be curious about. Even when he thought he reached the end of it, there would always be more.
And he loved that.
Leonel was already eager to move on from Complexity to Simplicity, but he took a step back.
He had already been in the Lab Setting for a while and he hadn't seen anyone for a long time. The old him would have gotten lost in this feeling for even longer, likely not coming out until he had already grasped the Self Path.
Who knows how long that would have taken? By his calculations, probably a few months at least, between three months to half a year.
All things considered, that was a very short amount of time, and it was a testament to the current strength of his Dream Force and Dream Sovereignty.
But he had other things to do.
He crossed into the Abode Setting. He then stumbled across a couple he had basically forgotten about.
In the distance, Simona and Eduardo sat shoulder to shoulder, leaning against one another. Sensing the fluctuations of their souls, they felt quite a bit of peace, but also a lot of trepidation for the future.
Leonel could remember spending long periods of time with Rollan and his wife, even living under the same roof.
The best he could do was try to be there for them when he could. He would help them grow more powerful, and hopefully, they would grow close again one day.
At the very least... he wasn't alone. He had a wife of his own now, and he also had his brothers.
Leonel took another step and vanished, appearing before a group of sparring men.
He plopped down between Joel and Allan, wrapping his arms around their shoulders.
"Hey Joel, guess who I found."
"Hm?" Joel was stunned by Leonel's sudden appearance but immediately drawn in by the question.
Leonel's grin widened. "A certain sandy-haired blond."
Joel froze. "Did you? Did you really?"
Leonel's laughter boomed.
"I didn't just find a sandy-haired blond, but I also found a certain sadistic Half-Spiritual too."
Raj, who was taking his turn at wrestling Arnold, was instantly swept off his feet, hitting the ground so hard he saw stars.
Leonel's laughter continued to echo. He couldn't even believe that he didn't come to tell them this immediately. It felt good to change his ways.
"Since we're going to do this, we might as well do it right," Leonel said with a grin. "This world needs more little babies crawling around."