Corrupting Factor, and a New World

"This... huh?"

Hearing Alex's suggestion, Fang Mo couldn't help but freeze for a moment.

Dimensional actualization truly was his strongest trump card. Calling it a cheat wouldn't be an exaggeration at all. Back when he fought Dormammu, Cthulhu, Saitama, and others, Fang Mo had relied on the boost from Dimensional Power.

But honestly.

Fang Mo's attitude toward this ability was somewhat complicated.

After all, he was a combat-and-adventure player. He couldn't be like those crafting fanatics, getting dopamine just by rubbing against the corner of a table... the corner of a Crafting Table.

He still quite liked fighting.

Like back when he fought Boros in the One-Punch World.

It wasn't just Boros enjoying himself. Fang Mo had enjoyed it too, which was why he hadn't used his Dimensional Power.

To Fang Mo, it was the same principle as casting a spell. If he wanted to cast one, he first had to find suitable spellcasting materials, then begin the casting process, gradually getting excited until he hit his stride, before finally unleashing a thoroughly satisfying eruption.

But if he turned on cheats during that process.

It would be like having a button that made him instantly spray nonstop the moment he pressed it. It wasn't that Fang Mo thought that was bad, but the problem was...

How empty would that feel?

So all in all, Fang Mo viewed Dimensional Power in much the same way.

In short, the rule he had set for himself was... if he could beat someone, he should avoid using cheats and fight seriously with his own strength. Of course, if he truly ran into someone he couldn't beat, then that was them failing to appreciate his goodwill, refusing a toast only to drink a forfeit. He would simply let them experience the despair of facing a