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

man who sat on the pillar and sighed. The young man didn't seem to notice his presence, but could Gerolt blame him?

out and save their lives, it was

contradict Sela who was nothing more than a

casting another glance toward

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

standing guard here for 12 hours everyday. For others, this might have been

his mind and meditate like this, he had thoughts and ideas he never even considered before. In an age of technology, people rarely took time to

and relax. This whole pretending to be a

corrosive ability and in the art of refining metals, can't

that he could just barely split his thoughts into two streams, allowing them to draw conjectures along two completely different avenues. It was almost like

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

only had protective gear for his palms and fingers. His wrist

had had days ago. What he was focused on now was completely

perfect location for my Ninth