Dimensional Descent

[Bonus chapter for 1400 powerstones :( ]

"… 167 meters to the northeast." Leonel spoke with confidence.

"How many of them and what's their power like?" Squad Leader Malt asked.

"There are five of them. One of them seems to be a D-grade mind control type Invalid. The other four are F-grade Invalids under its control."

Leonel's Internal Sight focused on a group of five Invalids. Four of them had what looked like leeches at the base of their skulls. The Invalid that controlled them stood in the center with tentacles coming out of her head.

In the past, Leonel would have cringed at such a sight, but he had gotten used to it by now. Those who successfully awakened usually managed to avoid any weird mutations. But, Invalids — who were essentially the ones who failed to awaken their abilities and thus lost control of their minds — weren't so lucky. Many of them had obvious deformities just like this.

Of course, those who were successful in awakening their abilities weren't guaranteed to not have mutations. But, most could hide them until their ability was needed.

For example, the metal A-grade Invalid Leonel met long ago. Had he successfully awakened his ability and not become an Invalid, he wouldn't have to walk around like a metal man all the time.

"Oof. Mind control types are the hardest to deal with. Luckily it's just a D-grade one. Good job, little brother. We'll handle it from here."

"HAHA!" A hard slap hit Leonel's back. "Great job, rookie. I'll go bash them up for you."

Leonel could only bitterly smile as Malt led a group of three toward the Invalids.

It had already been two weeks since he came to the Slayer Legion, but this was about all he had done in that time. Other than the training he did in the Segmented Cube during his personal time, he was basically just a glorified compass.

At least these guys

and the Ground Combat Units. He was essentially in charge of their protection

who looked like she was a teenager despite the fact she was apparently 30 years old. They

were rather combat oriented. Because

such, they had roles they were already very much used to. This was why even though Malt had awakened a sensory type ability, he

mace from his back and take the vanguard.

I would rather take part in a

thought he didn't have much of

his own child. He wasn't acting like a man who should have been their leader at all. At

simply been too leisurely with Leonel around. Invalids never sneaked up on them anymore, they got great and detailed reports on them before even getting close, and they hadn't met any B-grade or above

think I'll finally be able to afford the extended clip." Malt's eyes glowed like a child

you're too good. How do you feel

to poach my talent? Don't even think about it."

even taller than Leonel, so there was no need to speak about just how much shorter Malt was than him. Yet,

here. Your Scout Unit is lacking." Gerolt didn't seem disturbed by

Ground Dog Unit is any better? Tell me the last time you mutts were of any

ground is the core strength

shouldn't fight." Lisa

were completely drowned out by the roars of the two

you think this is the 17th century? I can name tons of units more valuable than yours without much effort! The Air Combat Unit, the Navy Combat

mace off that balding head of yours? Why don't you just shave it all off?" Gerolt

and let Malt list all the units of the Slayer Legion. The fact he

Combat Unit wants to harm little old me. How are ground units useful in this day and