Dimensional Descent

Leonel weakly dragged his body into the gates of the Fort. His eyes were half closed and his steps were so small it hardly looked like he was taking them at all, but he eventually made it.

Every part of his body felt as though it was on his last legs. Even he was quite surprised that he was still alive. It could only be said that the human capacity for survival was very large.

"… Hello? Hello!"

Leonel's head shook as he suddenly felt someone was calling out to him. He looked up to find the very same Tier 2 Officer Doran standing across from him, a blinding flashlight waving in his hand.

Leonel squinted, finding it difficult to look at the light.

'Why the hell is this guy waving something like this in my face?'

It was safe to say that Leonel was at the end of his rope. He was lacking in both sleep and strength, so even if he was a saint, his fuse would be much shorter. In that moment, he even had the faint will to gather this massive ax he was dragging one more time and cleave this bastard in two.

In the end, he managed to restrain himself.

"… Do you think you can just ignore me? You might be some big shot, but there are still protocols to be followed —"

Spittle flew from Doran's lips, some of which even attached itself to his bushy mustache as he tried to interrogate Leonel.

He wasn't exactly wrong. Leonel and Aina had left their Perimeter before their post could be taken over, this was already an offense. On top of this, they failed to return with the military jeep they were assigned — yet another offense. Now, Doran had already asked Leonel several questions, to which he got no answers. And, of course, this was another offense.

Right now, they were still in a Code Red: Class 9 state. In such a state, crimes had punishments several times harsher than the norm. Even something as mundane and benign as shoplifting might get one 20 or more years in prison.

When the offenses were related to military order, the punishments would be even harsher as military law tended to be.

Leonel and Aina weren't official members of the military, which might still lighten their sentence. After all, the Fort was strapped for helping hands and every powerful individual was worth a lot. Doran obviously knew this, but he felt dissatisfied because he thought Leonel was ignoring him.

a TIer 2 Officer was because of his own stupidity. Considering the state of Leonel, who would assume that he was ignoring a person instead of realizing he was an arrow at the end of

wider. The action seemed to take all of his strength, but what Doran saw made

lash out at any moment. That was

mind as he fell to

shivers and sweats traveled through his back as he stared up at

done anything

Officer. He only had thoughts of finally resting. He just had to make

whole week and forget

they didn't come from a flashlight, but rather a few vehicles. Beneath the night sky, their high-lights made Leonel's eyes

deeper. He just wanted to sleep. Why

the outer city, through the illusion mist, and into the inner city. He had been moments away from his bed when he

like to have

point, Leonel felt a boiling anger in

alright, but instead asked him to drag his body to see some Governor Duke's son who couldn't even

Governor Duke's appearance here meant that he had cleared an A-grade Zone. Compared to what he had just been through, could

equipped with weapon technology Leonel couldn't imagine, what could

and that he was. But there was something about himself that James had pointed out

also knew that his friend must have had his reasons.

They had stayed side by side for four years. Anyone else, for

method to both not hurt his friend while also winning the game

thought that Leonel was simply unaware, but James knew that while Leonel was soft hearted, what he hated the

a kid just idolizing his father, however, it was deeper than that. It was so deep that Leonel himself didn't recognize it, only those who were the closest to

Leonel was making his way to the Junior Governor Duke's residence with a bubbling rage in his chest he could do

him became insufferable. Even the veteran soldiers around him felt like it was difficult to breathe. Only those Tier 5 veterans like Admiral Millan just barely managed to keep their knees from

in the living room of a mansion far more luxurious than his own. Everything seemed