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.

have to

like to

that he was trading what he thought was his moral code for a

fully formed, he jumped onto it, riding up the side of a massive slab of broken wall and

that instant of time he spent in the air, his gaze

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

that he found it easier to

had run across A-grade Invalids before, in the last three days, that is. He knew how sensitive they were to humans. It took a lot of effort to shake just one off. If these seven caught sight of their base, Leonel would no longer be able to guarantee everyone's safety. Even James' ten-second shield could only block

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

using his high coordination to balance on the rubble before shooting forward once more. He controlled his bike 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

away from falling completely

Leonel with a concealed murderous intent as though it was

and lanky, having a back so arched that

lanky body curled at an impossible angle, its head

to disconnecting and reconnecting bones, making it an expert of

below 0.90. Leonel wasn't certain about the S, SS and SSS-grades. In addition, the spirit stat seemed to work

could cross barriers by having less stats, but

in Coordination

'How unfortunate…'

in a flash, jumping into the air and turning

strengths happen to be my

that he had never been formally trained. And yet, those very same wild movements

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

Invalid's arm suddenly doubled in length shooting toward Leonel, but a step ahead, Leonel had already tilted his head to the side. He had already

strong step forward. His silver rod spun in his hand, its butt rounding in a beautiful semi-circular arc and crushing

with a hand, reaching to his back and pulling out a dart he stabbed through

he scooped up the dart that initially missed and tossed it back into his steel container, the Invalid had collapsed to the ground —

sense them within fifty meters. But before

of lights meld with his body, but he didn't have much of a reaction. His

the side of a collapsed building