Dimensional Descent

"You've seen him too, right?"

"Hmph, serves him right. Wasn't it very stupid of him to come here alone? He must have thought himself to be invincible, but didn't Lieutenant Warner take him down just the same?"

"Lower your voice a bit." The one who spoke sent a playful smack to the back of his friend's head. "That's still a person who took down an A-grade Invalid on his own. He could kill you with a glare."

The recipient of the smack laughed.

"Kill me? With that thing around his neck? Even if he had a wrong thought he'd be fried into barbecue chicken."

Conversations like this seemed to happen all the time these days. Whenever a group passed by the pillar at the gate of their harbor, their thoughts would inevitably drift to the young man forced to stand guard there.

He stood atop the pillar, legs crossed. His hair and immature beard were just as unkempt while his clothing was just as casual. But, now, he had a collar wrapped tightly around his neck that flickered with arcs of electricity from time to time.

"What are you two doing around here?! Scram!"

men, sending them scurrying into a distance. Comparing Gerolt's large physique to themselves, they knew they didn't stand much of a

seem to notice his presence, but could Gerolt blame him? Scaring away

lieutenant wasn't the one to step out and save their lives, it was Leonel who did. Since he could

up his courage to contradict Sela who was nothing more than a captain.

toward Leonel,

to this. For one, none of them knew that he wasn't actually a prisoner, this was just a facade. Even the electric collar on his

life was pretty leisurely right now, in fact. He had become the 'guard dog' of the rebels, standing guard here for 12 hours everyday. For others, this might have been a complete waste

an age of technology, people rarely took time

whole pretending to be

idiot, why didn't I think of that? Since Metal Spirits are known for their corrosive ability and in the art of refining metals,

was just one of Leonel's many fleeting thoughts. In fact, he felt that he could just barely split his thoughts into two streams, allowing them to

as possible and formed three simulations in his Dream World. However, the third had been so bare bones that it could hardly be considered one. So, two was Leonel's real limit, and

thought of Leonel's. Right now, he still didn't dare to touch the little guy with his bare hands and he only had protective gear for his palms and fingers. His wrist would still be exposed. So, without some experience or assurances, he wouldn't dare

a thought Leonel had had days ago. What

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