Dimensional Descent

Leonel took a step forward, taking a large bite out of the hunk of meat at the same time.

'In a city like this, they're unlikely to use explosives. The greatest danger to my safety are snipers. The range of my Internal Sight can't possibly be wide enough to take them into account. I also can't guarantee there isn't anyone with an ability that makes them confident in sniping even if I'm in the midst of a crowd. '”'

Leonel's thoughts suddenly froze.

He felt as though a flame had suddenly dropped into his stomach and he felt incredibly heavy. The bloating in his stomach slowed his steps, making him uncomfortable.

Leonel was never one to eat much. In fact, he had had a poor appetite for as long as he could remember. Due to this disposition of his, it was a wonder that he wasn't a skeleton. This aside, it was safe to say that he hadn't experienced this feeling before.

'... No, that's not true. I have... The first time dad gave me that vomit brew...'

Leonel's burrow furrowed. The discomfort wasn't enough to slow him down severely, but it made him feel a bit sick. He was already not in an optimal state. He couldn't afford even the slightest tick down in his stats.

'What the hell...' Leonel felt like cursing this damn dictionary and his dad for creating a faulty product.

Leonel's frown deepened, but he couldn't continue remaining here. He had to make it to the doors out of the city as quickly as possible.

The moment Leonel broke out into a run, he felt his blood begin to boil. Before Leonel could even pause to figure out what was wrong with him, he found that his stomach was already rumbling.

The hunger was severe to the point Leonel almost fell over. The rolling and contracting muscles of his stomach felt like they might tear his body apart any moment.

Feeling a bit fearful and shocked, Leonel quickly took another bite. By the end of it, he bit into his palm, not realizing the meat was already consumed.

"What the hell is wrong with me?"

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Leonel almost began cursing again, but his expression changed when he saw a troop of soldiers marching through the streets and toward him.

The sight of black clothes military men stomping in unison through a residential area was particularly dystopian. However, Leonel didn't have the time to take in the sight. He could only dive through the side gates of a nearby mansion.

at least three dozen tactical rifles between them. Compared to the pistols in Leonel's possession which could already be considered as powerful as sniper

leapt up with all his power, grabbing the edge of a house's roof and pulling himself

"Get down! Stop resisting!"

ears. But, he couldn't have imagined that Leonel would have already appeared on the roof when they were still seeking to cut him off from the side and back

step out of line, which means they're restricting themselves from using their abilities. This

flashed. He put his rod away and two

from all sides. The instant before they realized Leonel wasn't still on the ground, he had already

in the air, his arms pointed downward and his eyes blazing with

night sky, followed by pained grunts

of an

another piece, I'm starving." Leonel said, hoping his

didn't let him down. Another head-sized cube of octopus meat appeared in his

comfortable that he almost forgot the aching of his muscles. It was a similar feeling to someone working out

he couldn't afford this, so he continued

"Halt!"

dead squad members.

The way Miles was trying to toy with his future left him sick to his stomach. However, what disgusted him the most was that if he were

have easily killed them all, but he only killed enough

her head. In truth, Leonel somehow thought she was still sleeping. But, how could she be sleeping

that being kind to your enemies is only harming

she remained

unstoppable. The small tactical units sent after him one after another

have the ability to take responsibility if one of

giving wings to a tiger. His senses were too sharp, his

gap of their armor, ending their lives swiftly. They almost couldn't believe that Leonel was only using handguns. Even if

it didn't seem

side gates

tactical gear of a soldier. The only thing he didn't change were his treasure shoes. Even if he