Dimensional Descent

[Hey guys, I know I only just started the powerstone bonus chapter system, but I'll have to retract it for now. I've been having some pain in my left pinkie finger for a while now, so I've had no choice but to switch to an ergonomic keyboard. My typing speed will plummet so if I give too many , it will eat into my reserves too quickly x). I'll bring the system back once I'm back up to speed. So for now, I will only upload 1 chapter a day]

"Use this belt."

Aina, who had all sorts of belts and pockets strapped across her body, somehow managed to pull out another one.

Leonel accepted. Strapping things to the band of his sweatpants was really too inconvenient. He felt he was using more energy than he cared to admit making sure his things didn't fall out mid-battle.

He buckled it around his waist, strapping the three rods of his bike to it along with his atlatl. After that, he strapped the meter or so tall silver box that contained his darts to his opposite waist. If he was still a normal human, it would impede his movements too much to place it there. But the current him found it much more convenient.

To his surprise, the box actually shrunk. From only a couple inches from touching the ground, it shrunk to stop just above his knees. It also shortened its width, ending up with dimensions only about as thick as his thigh.

"It's an ability of the belt." Aina explained simply, leaving it at that.

Leonel nodded. He used the strap of the man who previously owned the spear to hold it to his back, then fitted the small round shield to his left arm.

Sensing that Leonel was ready, Aina took off, knowing that Leonel was following closely behind.

Leonel tacitly understood his role, this was why he put his spear away.

[Aina Brazinger]

[Strength: 0.99; Speed: 0.85; Agility: 0.80; Coordination: 0.95; Stamina: 0.95; Reactions: 0.97; Spirit: 0.06]

Aina's stats hadn't changed much since he last looked. She was fundamentally a front line fighter. In that case, it was his responsibility as the only one among them adept at long ranged attacks to cover her.

However, he was curious. Aina's Spirit was the highest he'd seen aside from his own. Even the Priest was only at 0.05. Maybe he was still underestimating her.

The two ran through the small village in a line, just ten meters apart, their speed far beyond that of normal humans.

Aina's ax was suddenly wrapped in a reddish-gold glow and floated from her back to her hand. She held it off to her side with two hands, sweeping out the moment she entered the range of an enemy.

Her ax was like a blur, hacking Englishmen apart with ease.

Blood and organs splattered through the air, but not a speck touched her as she flashed by, dodging them as though they hadn't dared approach her.

Leonel could only sigh as he watched her silently. He always knew there was something special about Aina. There were simple context clues everywhere. Something as simple as her tanned skin could tell him this.

Girls her age were obsessed with taking care of their skin. Some used tans for cosmetic reasons, but Aina's had always been a level beyond that, as though she spent her days toiling under the sun. Yet, she didn't appear any less elegant or noble, always appearing in a beautiful dress like a dainty goddess.

His infatuation had always been due to small tidbits of her hidden truth like that. He had originally thought that her 'abrupt change' would lessen his feelings for her. But, even as she slaughtered mindlessly, he felt that he had always subconsciously known this was hidden within her.

'Is this what I'm drawn to…?'

Leonel's gaze sharpened. With quick movements, he pulled a dart out from his side, hooking it into his atlatl and swinging his arm sidelong.

But, 100 meters away, an archer watched as Leonel's spear flew through a window, out a wall, and directly

But, even in his aversion, those who would attack a village of innocents like this ranked at the top of those he would be willing to

ten minutes, the state of the battle completely flipped. They dashed around the village like two specters, Aina manning the front and Leonel taking out

again, this Zone seems mostly made up of normal humans.. This era should have gunpowder as well, but they probably won't appear on this

retreat sounded just as Leonel and Aina burst out of

held crops stood. But much of it was trampled to the ground under the hooves of swords and foot soldiers. With such conditions, the likelihood

Leonel's jaw clenched.

toward Aina and Leonel as though

of hooves filled Leonel's ears. However, this time, it came from within the village. No, more accurately, it should have been another army approaching

Aina, causing the village members to part like the sea. Except, this time, they weren't

knight looked down toward Aina and Leonel from his horse, a

'Who are you?'

in Aina's hand.

speak French." Aina said, looking toward

blinked. He had become so used to not being able to understand anyone after entering a Zone that he forgot he could actually speak French. Finally, it seemed his language

What was the best way to approach

sent to protect Joan of Arc. Bring us to her

one reason the English would retreat. It had

you to the General. Whether you can meet the Savior or not will be up to him.

Plus, there was no way a horse would

lead the way. We will

knight's eyes widened. Humans keeping up with

the path is

atlatl into

messengers of God aren't

cover such a

soon received

tired. Leonel could have taken out his bike to make the process even easier on himself,

see the large tents of the encampment, Leonel's heart inadvertently thumped as something

just

confirmed that he really was correct. There was something more special about his father's concoctions than the latter had let on. In addition, this world really hadn't blocked it

dad's brew had can be forced out quicker if

his speed and agility were abysmal. The only reason they were passable currently was due to the Tier 5 Black treasure

that the ticks up in his stats while he was fighting those A-grade Invalids had felt

on this incredibly slow approach…

mentioned. Could it be related to that? He didn't really understand,

encampment. He could immediately tell that Joan of Arc wouldn't be here. Encampments like this one held forward squads and battalions that placed pressure on

booster. The so-called 'Merlin' mentioned in the quest introduction was the

such a small army. She would be with a larger number so

executed for cross dressing as a man…' Leonel sighed,

useful currently. When one chooses a language study, it isn't just about learning the dialect itself, but also about learning in the language. Leonel had thus learned

contacted who he needed to.