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.

wasn't insane. There were at least three dozen tactical rifles between them. Compared to the pistols in Leonel's possession which

the edge of a

"Get down! Stop resisting!"

already appeared on the roof when they were still seeking to cut him off from the

but this is also their downfall. They don't dare to step out of line, which means they're restricting themselves from using their abilities. This is to my

gaze flashed. He put his rod away and two guns appeared

tactical unit surrounded the house from all sides. The instant before they realized Leonel wasn't still

his arms

night sky, followed

flip, Leonel landed on the roof of an opposing house and broke out into

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

down. Another head-sized cube of octopus meat appeared in his hand and disappeared into his stomach just

someone working out with sore muscles. After a while, the heat would make one forget the pain. However, if one

so he continued to push his body, hoping this heat would

"Halt!"

found his dead squad members. With a single

sick to his stomach. However, what disgusted him the most was

conscience was clear. He could have easily killed them all, but he only killed

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

to learn that being kind

cold light flickered in Aina's eyes, but she remained silent. Pretending as though she

The small tactical units sent after him one after another didn't even pose

didn't dare to shoot toward Leonel carelessly. Who in this city wasn't a big shot? Did they even have the ability to take responsibility if

guns was like giving wings to a

swiftly. They almost couldn't believe that Leonel was only using handguns. Even

didn't

Leonel sat behind the side gates of yet another

had already swapped into the tactical gear of a soldier. The only thing he didn't change were his treasure shoes. Even if he couldn't use them in range of whatever was disrupting Force, they