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.

heavy body… Just what kind of monster would it be? S-grade? SSS-grade? Something beyond even that? He had simply never

this

slowly picked itself off of the ground, its

long sharp blade suddenly appeared between his

as fast as he could,

slit across his forehead, the breath of death kissing his cheek. If it wasn't for his obscene reaction time, his skull would have

metal, but it could shape this metal as it pleased. In that moment, even with Leonel completely focused on it, its arm suddenly became

have to

speed was factored into agility. If he corrected the Invalid's stats like this, then its adjusted agility for a normal human would be

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

coughed violently as his back slammed

recovering. Without pause, yet another blade tore through the

time for Leonel to land back on the ground before it reached him. Thinking quickly, he

through the building's wall as though it was a piece of paper. It continued to follow through, chasing after Leonel

quickly, morphing his silver rod back into a

body it is. He isn't producing more metal, he's just diluting what he has to

flashed, his

His bike sped up.

is! Ten meters is his

a hard turn, driving up the side of a tilted building and back

any room to maneuver. He fell in an arc

It simply brandished its second arm,

a sharp spike of pain ripping through his left shoulder as the blade went through him and his flexible armor with ease. However,

rod he gripped tightly. Using it like a spear, with his only good remaining arm, he stabbed it toward

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

expected this. He wouldn't

the arm of to a ten meter length. In his hurry to attack Leonel who was streaking through the air, he had yet to retract it, just as expected. The Invalid's coordination was

of his legs slamming downward with all of

Invalid fell over. Then with a sharp SNAP, its arm broke right at its

the ground, his own shoulder becoming a bloody mess as he rolled away, just managing to pull the Invalid's

up, Leonel's eyes remained focused. He had used advantage of the Invalid stretching itself too thin to break off one of

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

Leonel's

the split in the Invalid's shoulder, a coarse, metal infused liquid was dripping. Leonel could even faintly see

other methods I can use. His coordination stat is too poor to extend blades from anywhere other than his arms. Now that I only

he dropped one of his silver rod's three sections away, leaving it at a manageable length for his one arm. It took some teeth grinding to use his left arm to pin it

poor coordination and relative strength, maneuvering with just a single arm was too difficult. To make matters

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

clang of metal bashing against metal sounded under the

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

as though dizzy. By the time it reoriented itself, another strike had

unable to brace itself,