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.

the trajectory of bullets, but he wasn't insane. There were at least three dozen tactical rifles between them. Compared to the pistols in Leonel's possession which could

power, grabbing the edge of

"Get down! Stop resisting!"

to command entered Leonel's ears. But, he couldn't have imagined that Leonel would have already

men are clearly highly trained, but this is also their downfall. They don't dare to step out of line,

gaze flashed. He put his rod away and two guns

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

body flew horizontally in the air, his arms pointed downward and his eyes

sounds of gunshots rang beneath the night sky, followed by

on the roof of an opposing house and broke

another piece, I'm starving." Leonel

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

the aching of his muscles. It was a similar feeling to someone working out with sore muscles. After a while, the heat would make one forget the pain. However, if one stopped, the aching might return with

he continued to push his

"Halt!"

the captain from before had found his dead squad members. With a

that his life was basically over. The way Miles was trying to toy with his future left him sick to his

easily killed them all, but he only

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

to learn that being kind to your enemies

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

The small tactical units sent after him one after another

Who in this city wasn't a big shot? Did they even have the ability to take responsibility if one of these figures died in their homes because they were

to a tiger. His

using handguns. Even if they were as powerful as sniper rifles of the

it didn't seem

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