Dimensional Descent

Leonel closed his eyes, a deep unwillingness sinking into his heart.

That day, when the virgin sacrifice almost strangled him to death, he really had resigned himself. He had even said goodbye to his father. Yet, he woke up.

How was he supposed to feel about that exactly? Was he supposed to think he was forgiven for the 1000 deaths that lay squarely on his shoulders?

Uncle Montez had said it clearly. Sub-Dimensional Zones were points in Earth's history where an event that connected to the Fourth Dimension occurred. In other words… They were real.

Every throat he pierced, every head he severed, every life that slipped away. They were all real.

Leonel had a hard time dealing with that. The reason he had smiled so brightly when he finally saw Aina again was because he thought that she was his light, the only pure thing remaining in his life. But she shattered that image barely a moment later.

In truth, Leonel didn't even know what he was fighting for anymore. He guessed it was just some primal instinct to survive, but he couldn't think of much else. Clearly his parents weren't that much of a motivating factor considering how easily he had given up in the temple.

'What the hell is wrong with me?'

Leonel might have just turned 18, but he was just a kid in the end. He knew that he didn't want to be a quarterback for the rest of his life, but he never really thought about what exactly he wanted to do outside of that.

Leonel chuckled to himself as seven A-grade Invalids converged. By now, it wasn't just them anymore, but numerous lower level Invalids who crept forward as well.

'The most important part of my identity all that time was just liking her, huh… I don't know whether I should be sad or laugh some more.'

The truth was that Leonel was trying his best to find a reason to fight back, to put his life on the line once again and bloody his hands once more.

For his parents? He had already tried that once before. For Aina? He didn't even know if he still felt the same way about her. For his friends…?

Leonel thought of James. His best friend for as long as he could remember. To this day, he still didn't know why James tried to throw the Championship Game. He didn't know why he hadn't just let him do it either. They had already won three times, and winning a fourth would have been meaningless.

"I know you too well. You don't like to lose, but you're too soft-hearted to call me out on my bullshit too. So, you'd find a way to protect our friendship and ignore it, all while winning the big game anyway. Am I right?"

James' words to him reverberated in Leonel's mind. He suddenly felt his hands moving of their own accord, sliding three silver bars out and screwing them together.

it'll just have to be

like to

he was trading what he thought was his moral code for a will to

The moment his bike fully formed, he jumped onto it, riding up the side of a massive slab of broken wall and jumping five meters into

that instant of time he spent in the

are within 100 meters. Four are between 100 and 300. The last one is further than 400

it was that he found it easier to feel out the

shake just one off. If these seven caught sight of their base, Leonel would no longer be able to

more difficult the Invalid was to handle. Their 'stats' not only became more well rounded,

with a single handle and used the other to grab a dart, shifting it around in his fingers until he could both grab his atlatl and fit it to it at the same

Leonel rounded the corner of a building that seemed just an inch away from falling completely over. Half

onto Leonel with a concealed murderous intent as

lanky, having a back so arched that the back of its hands almost dragged along

dart with ease despite being just 20 meters away. Its lanky body curled at an impossible angle, its head arching

and reconnecting bones, making it an expert of close combat. It has

stats between 0.50 and 0.60. D-grade entered the up to 0.70 realm. C-grade was usually up to 0.8. B-grade was below 0.85 with A-grade being below 0.90. Leonel wasn't certain about the S, SS and SSS-grades. In addition, the spirit stat seemed to work a lot differently. The Priest had only been a 0.05 on Leonel's scale, but he was

could cross barriers by having less stats, but

in Coordination

'How unfortunate…'

into a ten meter radius in a flash, jumping into the

happen to be my strengths.

a glance that he had never been formally trained.

wasn't that Leonel's style of battle was usually this wild… It was that he was actually adapting his fighting style to match

head to the side. He had already seen through this Invalid's ability, why wouldn't he be ready for

his hand, its butt rounding in a

hand, reaching to his back and pulling out a dart

time he scooped up the dart that initially missed and tossed

sense them within fifty meters.

he didn't have much of a reaction. His face held an

corner, riding up the side of a collapsed building and hopping across