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.'

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 that said someone wouldn't expect its new batch of evolutionaries to have technology

Leonel concluded

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

it deemed an 'F' grade Sub-Dimensional Zone, then it likely wouldn't be useful for very long. Maybe by the time it got to the 'D' grade, it would be completely

low. But… That didn't stop Leonel from keeping in mind the possibility that the Empire he had grown up in had saved the

a deep

you stop being useful, I won't hesitate to destroy you. Monitoring my movements and giving me nothing in

the top of the world. However, Leonel had a feeling that with these changes… The Ascension Empire's control was just that much weaker. Maybe they themselves knew this as well, or why else would they allow so many

doing? He was in the middle of a

The Spanish had guns!

'Dammit!'

oddly clear. Every time he passed by a torch, he

built with many false turns and dead end pathways. Second important point, guns from this time period can only fire once as long as

though greeting Leonel's thoughts with open arms, the echoing footsteps and the sounds of armor clanging

a line of three

Spanish

just split apart, good. One group is headed toward

since the very first time he stepped onto a football field. The way his sweaty hands

at the edge of a corner, holding his rod tightly to

a 'T', while the Spaniards were walking toward him along the 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

was correct about his sensory abilities. Making his way through the dark wasn't an issue at

ears, causing him to inwardly curse. He knew how to speak three languages. English, French and Latin. He had a choice to learn Spanish, but because Aina chose Latin, he

hormones would come back

of his mind,

was much different from the sounds of armor he had heard before. Following this, the distinct sound

been one of them pulling out a torch

this put him in a better position. It wasn't possible to aim a musket if you only had one hand, let alone reload it. That was one less gunmen he had to

on… Turn

course

torch was in the lead. Without hesitation, Leonel swung down his rod fiercely, aiming for the hand that

ears, but he didn't need to be intelligent to

and leather guards. Of course, these leather guards were on their hands and wrists. With

are scuttling around like

torch fell to the ground. Leonel kicked it away as far as he could without hesitation, collapsing the T shaped

heart. He was certain of it, he was several times stronger than he had been in the past. But,

sound of sharply whistling

backward. The feeling of a blade just barely tearing his compression shirt and into his skin played in his head in

as the sword hit against

normal humans, after all. If a mortal man swung a weapon full force at a stonewall, what do you

clanged, dropping to the floor. It wouldn't be a surprise if the Spaniard who had attacked broke his wrist just like his companion. But what choice had he had? With them descending into darkness, his only chance was to swing where he had

health. Can't let them retreat to