Dimensional Descent

Leonel felt a slight dizziness that soon disappeared. He could vaguely feel that his quick recovery was anything but natural, however he didn't have much evidence to back this.

He found himself in a long corridor, dimly lit by flickering torches that hung from the walls. Large irregularly shaped stones formed the bricks that built the surroundings, giving the place the feel of an ancient tomb.

Just as Leonel was about to take a step forward, something completely unexpected happened.

[Subject detected. Leonel Morales, 17]

[Credit: First to enter Sub-Dimensional Zone. Accomplishment recorded]

Leonel stared blankly at the wrist watch on his arm.

[Earth is currently in a state of metamorphosis, ascending from the Third Dimension to the Fourth. Its present state is that of an In Between Dimension. To complete the evolution, certain requirements must be met. The Ascension Empire will rely on its citizens more than it ever has before, Godspeed]

To someone else, maybe these words would have had a calming effect. But to Leonel, his chest tightened as he tried to suppress the desire to simmer with rage.

Leonel didn't know what was going on, but what he did know was that whatever 'metamorphosis' was happening didn't account for this oh so 'helpful' aid on his wrist. This meant that the Ascension Empire knew that this change was coming and did nothing to prepare for it.

No. That wasn't accurate. They had prepared. It was just that they felt the lives of the billions who fell from the skies weren't worthy of protecting. The Empire was capable of creating technology that worked in this 'In Between Dimension', yet they hadn't made it widespread.

Eventually, Leonel's anger turned to laughter, his grip tightening around his metal rod to the point his knuckles turned an unhealthy shade of white.

[Subject: Leonel Morales]

[Ability detected: Sensory Type]

[Ability grade: D]

[Warning, margin of error for subject Leonel Morales is outside reasonable bounds. Only 5% of DNA recognizable. Abnormality recorded. It is advised that subject not trust his life to this data]

[Sub-Dimensional Zone detected: Mayan Tomb. Spanish invasion]

[Sub-Dimensional Zone grade: F]

[Clear requirements: Enter Chief Priest's Sacrificial Room. Save Chief Priest]

[Side Quest: Unable to detect. Scope of system too limited]

[Reward: Unable to detect. Scope of system too limited]

Leonel reined in his rage.

His initial instinct was to smash the watch on his wrist, however he knew this was foolish. His deductions told him that it wasn't normal for one who entered a Sub-Dimensional Zone to gain so much information without doing much of anything.

'If this is a process of a world evolving from the Third to Fourth Dimension, I have a hard time believing that this is the first time such a thing has ever happened. Something about this is too systematic, too planned. It doesn't have the erratic nature one would expect from organic evolution.'

trial, error and failure were there in the evolution of a species? Too many to count. But something like being teleported into a new sub-dimension and having quests to clear sounded too phony. Leonel would die before believing this wasn't created by someone. And, he also had a feeling

concluded

just guesses. They likely wouldn't be 100% accurate. But there was a good chance

useful for very long. Maybe

third, since his watch was so limited, the likelihood of these changes being caused by the Ascension Empire were incredibly low. But… That didn't stop Leonel from keeping in mind the possibility that the Empire he had grown up

took a

hesitate to destroy you. Monitoring my movements and giving me nothing

that with these changes… The Ascension Empire's control was just that much weaker. Maybe they themselves knew this

suddenly shook Leonel out of his thoughts. What was he doing? He was in the middle of a hostile environment with his life on the

The Spanish had guns!

'Dammit!'

mind oddly clear. Every time he passed by a torch, he unceremoniously put

as

arms, the echoing footsteps and the sounds of armor clanging bounced off the walls and

followed, etching a path from his position to that of the Spanish with a line of three turns. It was as though he had gained a sonar ability, but it

Spanish

just split apart, good. One group is headed toward

heart beat wildly. He hadn't felt this way since the very first time he stepped onto a football field. The way his sweaty hands slid across his silver rod, the butterflies

of a corner, holding his rod

vertical line. He had managed to put out all the torches through the horizontal path, but had only made it halfway through the vertical portion before he was forced to run

his sensory abilities. Making his way through the dark wasn't an issue

three languages. English, French and Latin. He had a choice to learn Spanish, but because Aina chose Latin,

his hormones would come back to bite him

the back of his mind, Leonel focused with all his might, steadying

metal, but it was much different from the sounds of armor he had heard before. Following this, the

have been one of them pulling out a torch

to think of this solution. But he knew that was asking for too much. Still, this put him in a better position. It wasn't possible to aim a musket if you

on…

course they

the one holding the torch was in the lead. Without hesitation, Leonel swung down his

need to be intelligent to know

a armor that combined aesthetics of the medieval era and leather guards. Of course, these leather guards

are scuttling around like rats!

to the ground. Leonel kicked it away as far as he could without hesitation, collapsing the T shaped pathways into darkness once

inwardly flooding his heart. He was certain of it, he was several times stronger

have more time to think. The sound of sharply whistling wind rang out in

blade just barely tearing his compression shirt and

as the sword hit against hard

after all. If a mortal man swung a weapon full force

who had attacked broke his wrist just like his companion. But what

health. Can't