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

many other Invalids were there with this level

itself off of the ground, its white pupils locking onto

long sharp blade

as fast

it wasn't for his obscene reaction time, his skull would have already

could shape this metal as it pleased. In

I have to adjust his base agility because

If he corrected the Invalid's stats like this, then its adjusted agility for

the metals his rod was formed of managed to withstand the sharp edge, the weight was

back slammed

Without pause,

for Leonel to land back on the ground before it reached him. Thinking quickly, he hooked his rod into a broken window. He

continued to follow through, chasing after Leonel while slicing through tough sheets of metal and stone with absolute

silver rod back into a

further from his body it is. He isn't producing more metal, he's just diluting

gaze flashed,

His bike sped up.

it is! Ten meters is

of a tilted building and back toward the the Invalid with

was no longer any room to maneuver. He fell in an arc aimed right

showed no emotion. It simply brandished its second arm,

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

a spear, with his only good

under gravity's influence, the blade tore further and further into his shoulder. There were several times in those split seconds

sounded as the Invalid closed its eyes. However, Leonel had already expected this. He wouldn't lay his life on

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 too low to

his legs slamming downward

over. Then with a sharp SNAP, its arm

his own shoulder becoming a bloody mess as he rolled away, just

Invalid stretching itself too thin to break off one of its arms. But in the process, he did functionally lost

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

Leonel's pupils

Invalid's shoulder, a coarse, metal infused liquid was dripping. Leonel could even faintly see some pink muscle

his inner organs aren't metal! If that's the case there are some other methods I can use. His coordination stat is too poor to extend blades from anywhere

did, 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

arm, it was still too heavy. In addition, with its poor coordination and relative strength, maneuvering with just

its knees when Leonel appeared before it,

loud clang of metal bashing against metal

foolish. It was impossible for his blunt weapon to kill the Invalid in this way, and with its metal skin, he couldn't injure it either. However, something shocking happened in the

on its knees, it wobbled as though dizzy. By the time it reoriented

time, unable to brace itself, its head rebounded