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!"

sudden roar shocked the two gossiping men, sending them scurrying into a distance. Comparing

didn't seem to notice his presence, but could Gerolt blame him? Scaring away those who ran their mouths too much was about the best he

out and save their lives, it was Leonel who did. Since he could defeat

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

casting another glance toward Leonel, Gerolt turned

the electric collar on his neck was just a little trick, it

12 hours everyday. For others,

never even considered before. In an age of technology, people rarely took time to themselves. And, even when he entered

whole

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

allowing them to draw conjectures along two completely different avenues. It was almost like combining the computing power of two computers to gain

escaping back to the Fort. He had been trying to absorb the 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 limit, and even

this was only a fleeting thought of Leonel's. Right now, he still didn't dare to touch the little guy with his bare hands and he only had

Leonel had had days ago.

perfect location