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.

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

slowly opened wider. The action seemed to take all of his strength, but what

out at

as he fell

and sweats traveled through his back as he stared up at Leonel, eyes filled with

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

finally resting. He

could sleep for a whole week and forget about all of

moment, more bright lights blocked Leonel's path. But, this time, they didn't come from a

to

had walked through the outer city, through the illusion mist, and into the inner city. He had been moments away from his bed when he suddenly found the mansion he had been given was surrounded by a

Junior Governor Duke would like to have a

point, Leonel felt a boiling anger in

if he was alright, but instead asked him to drag

about the fact that the Junior Governor Duke's appearance here meant that he had cleared an A-grade

with weapon technology Leonel couldn't imagine,

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

his reasons. However, he couldn't decide between his best friend and a game he had

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

both not hurt his friend while

that Leonel was simply unaware, but

his father, however, it was deeper than that. It

residence with a bubbling rage in his chest he could do

veteran soldiers around him felt like it was difficult to breathe. Only

the living room of a mansion far more luxurious than his own. Everything seemed flooded with gold and white as though the Sun God Apollo was the owner of the