Dimensional Descent

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Leonel breathed hard. The fog of his breath under the chilly night sky reflected like crystals within the moonlight.

Below him, yet another A-grade Invalid had fallen, and though Leonel remained uninjured, he could feel himself reaching his limits.

It wasn't the first time Leonel had felt like that. During those months in the Mayan temple, he experienced it all the time. It was just that he had underestimated the pressure A-grade Invalids could put on him.

Though his life was constantly on the line in the temple, it had to be remembered that the Spaniards were barely considered D-grade threats, and that was only when their weapons were factored in. Alone, they were normal mortals, not even of the F-grade. Their only real threat to Leonel were their numbers, especially after his battle experience deepened.

'Still not good enough. I'm wasting too much energy… One more left…'

Leonel pedaled hard to the next spot. This Invalid had originally been over 400 meters away, but by now, it was within 50 of their base. There was no doubt that it had already caught their scent.

By the time Leonel made it there, panting, he came face to face with an Invalid that seemed painted in silver. Its skin had become a flexible metal and judging by the heavy sounds its normal footsteps caused, maybe it wasn't just its skin that followed this pattern.

Across the board, its stats were completely normal. Nothing was above 0.70. But Leonel knew his senses would not lie to him. This was most definitely an A-grade threat.

Now more than ever Leonel realized just how flawed his self-created stat system was. He still didn't have the ability to account for everything. He couldn't even begin to posit how he would perfectly account for all of these abilities properly.

From just about 20 meters away, Leonel launched a dart, immediately catching the attention of the metal Invalid. Just as he hoped, it diverted its attention away from his sleeping friends. However, aside from that, the results were less than pleasing.

The dart's tip completely shattered against the Invalids body. Its reactions were far too slow to dodge, and its agility was even worse, but it didn't seem to matter. There wasn't even a single scratch on its body.

'… Dammit…'

Leonel quickly loaded another dart, this time aiming for its eye as he continued to pedal. But the dart was shattered once more with a simple blink.

'Did it blink just on reflex? Or are its eyes truly vulnerable?'

There wasn't much time left to think. Leonel hopped off his bike once more, charging with his shoulder and ramming into the Invalid's chest.

A grunt escaped Leonel's lips as the Invalid was sent tumbling backward.

'Only 5'10, lean body type, yet weighs over 400 pounds…'

Realizing the ramifications of this Leonel retreated a few steps, nursing the numbness of his shoulder. He had thought that the defensive abilities of his flexible armor would protect him enough to do some damage, but it was very clear that this metal ability of this Invalid was several levels more durable.

'I was wrong. I was using the specifications of a normal human to measure out his stats, but that's foolish. In order for a normal human to exert the kind of force it can while being at less than half the body weight…'

[Metal Invalid]

[Strength: 1.02; Speed: 1.05; Agility: 1.00; Coordination: 0.50; Stamina: 1.05; Reactions: 0.50; Spirit: 0.00]

Leonel sucked in a cold breath. The adjusted stats were mind numbing. These were the stats a normal human of about 5'10 160 pounds would need to move around with the ability of this Invalid.

no longer impeded by its heavy body… Just what kind of monster would it be? S-grade? SSS-grade? Something beyond even that? He

there with this level of potential danger

its white pupils locking onto Leonel

registered what was happening a long sharp blade

head back as fast as he

If it wasn't for his obscene reaction time,

shape this metal as

fast… At least 0.90. I have to

attack speed was factored into agility. If he corrected the Invalid's stats like this, then its adjusted

to block a second blade. But though the metals his rod was formed of managed to withstand the sharp edge, the weight was too

violently as his back slammed into a

luxury of slowly recovering. Without pause, yet another blade tore through the air toward

was no time for Leonel to land back on the ground before it reached him. Thinking quickly, he hooked his rod into a

a piece of paper. It continued to follow through,

air quickly, morphing his silver rod back into

gets thinner the further from his body it is. He isn't producing more metal, he's

flashed, his

His bike sped up.

Ten

of a tilted building and back toward the the Invalid with everything his thighs

through the air. There was no longer any room to maneuver. He

brandished its second arm, sending out a

pain ripping through his left shoulder as the blade went through him and his flexible armor with ease.

a rod he gripped tightly. Using it like a spear, with

pain was absolutely excruciating. As his body fell under gravity's influence, the blade tore further and further into his shoulder. There were

as the Invalid closed its eyes. However, Leonel had already expected this.

attack Leonel who was streaking through the

slamming downward with all of his

Invalid fell over. Then with a sharp SNAP, its

a bloody mess as he rolled away, just managing to pull

advantage of the Invalid stretching itself too thin to break off one of its arms. But in

armor began to mend itself, sowing his wound shut at the same time. This was why he dared to take on such a terrible injury. Even if his left arm was now all but useless, blood loss wouldn't be a problem. In fact, due to the amount of pressure his armor was placing on his wound to keep it suppressed, in a pinch,

Leonel's pupils

Invalid's shoulder, a coarse, metal infused liquid was dripping. Leonel could even

coordination stat is too poor to extend

one of his silver rod's three sections away, leaving it at a manageable length for his one arm. It took

its poor coordination and relative strength, maneuvering with just a single arm was too difficult. To make matters worse, its only remaining arm was still

its knees when Leonel appeared before it, swinging down with all his might

clang of metal bashing against metal

the Invalid in this way, and with its metal skin, he couldn't

From its position on its knees, it wobbled as though dizzy. By the time it reoriented itself, another strike had

to brace itself, its head rebounded against