"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!"

scurrying into a distance. Comparing Gerolt's large physique

The young man didn't seem to notice his presence, but could Gerolt blame him? Scaring away those who

to step out and save their lives, it was Leonel who did. Since he could defeat Leonel, why didn't he step

was fuming, but he couldn't even raise up his courage to contradict Sela who was nothing more than a captain. How could he do anything

another glance toward Leonel, Gerolt turned

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 neck was just a little trick, it did little more than leave his skin a bit numb. And second, if he interacted with Gerolt on friendly terms, that would probably make this

had become the 'guard dog' of the rebels, standing guard here for 12 hours everyday. For others, this might have been a complete waste of time. But, with his

considered before. In an age of technology, people rarely took time to themselves. And, even when he entered Zones which had no

he could breathe and relax. This whole

of refining metals, can't I just have the little guy melt this wrist

allowing

primitive man's combat experience as quickly 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

his bare hands and he only had protective gear for his palms and fingers. His wrist would still be exposed. So, without some experience

this was a thought Leonel had had days ago. What

the perfect location for my

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