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.

was because of his own stupidity. Considering the state of Leonel, who would assume that he was ignoring a person instead of realizing he

opened wider. The action seemed to take all of his strength, but what Doran saw made him stumble backward uncontrollably, finally allowing the blinding

beast. A wild beast that might lash out at any

roar assaulted his mind as he fell to the

through his back as he stared up at Leonel,

toward Doran with weird expressions. Leonel hadn't done anything but look at him. Was there a need

He just had to make it back to his bed. No.. Any

whole week and

this time, they didn't come from a

He just wanted to sleep. Why

He

Governor Duke would like

a boiling anger in his

or even ask if he was alright, but instead asked him to drag his body to

that he had cleared an A-grade Zone. Compared to what he had just been through,

shuttles around him, maybe even equipped with weapon technology Leonel couldn't imagine, what could he even do? He found himself too

was very mild tempered, and that he was. But there was something about himself that James had pointed out on the day of the

the game. He also knew that his friend must have had his reasons. However, he couldn't decide between his best friend and a

had stayed side by side for four years. Anyone else, for the sake of such a friendship, might have acquiesced that one time and lost the

method to both not hurt his friend while also

James saw through his friend with ease. Others may have thought that Leonel was simply unaware, but James knew that while Leonel was soft hearted, what he hated the

deeper than that. It was so deep that Leonel himself didn't recognize it, only those who were the closest to

Junior Governor Duke's residence with a bubbling rage in his chest he could do nothing about, that hidden beast kept lashing

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 knocking

and all, Leonel found himself in the living room of a mansion far more luxurious than his own. Everything seemed flooded with gold and white as though the Sun