Dimensional Descent

The wooden yacht slowly went through the city, following loops and curls until it finally docked at a busy harbor.

Up ahead, a building that looked quite similar to a grand city hall stood. Instead of having doors, it had large archways that accepted ingoing and outgoing traffic. The entire first floor was open to the wind and elements while the above floors stood on the archways as though they were their legs.

Of the many docked ships at the harbor, groups of people walked out. They were all armed with various weapons. Some wore half or full armors, others wore robes like priests, and some others were dressed quite normally. If it wasn't for the Metamorphosis, Leonel would have thought this to be some sort of comic convention.

"Let's go." Damian spoke to his team before turning his attention to Leonel.

"This building is called the Southern Lookout. Those with Sectors located in the south have to come here to report every half year. In addition, it's also the place we come to introduce the new members of our elite teams."

Leonel nodded in understanding and followed along, sweeping his Internal Sight over as much as he could and committing them to memory.

Soon, the group had lined up in a long queue. The process somewhat baffled Leonel. Why was all of this so bureaucratic?

"… the rankings had some movement."

"Really? What happened?"

"I heard that 'Chasing Wind' killed a target with an S-grade evaluation so they moved up from the fourth spot to the third, pushing down 'Thunderous Clap' by one."

Leonel, in all his boredom, caught a few conversations with his Internal Sight. He found that he could use this sixth sense of his not only as an eye in the sky, but also as an extension of his other senses. If he wanted to, he could even 'feel' like he was touching someone who was hundreds of meters away from him.

one, it drained his spirit much faster than when he just used it for sight. Secondly, when he used it as an extension of his touch, others

rankings?" Leonel

Yes. How do

a conversation. Something about 'Chasing Wind' and 'Thunderous

as Leonel liked to refer to her, interjected, pushing her soft cheeks between the arms

generation does. It's an unfortunate reality, but the truth. Our abilities

shining stars of the Slayer Legion. We have a list called the 'Empire's Swine' list. Threats

much like the idea of targeting people just because they were a little talented. If they had committed atrocities, that was one thing.

still one more

Wind' and 'Thunderous

answered for Damian once again. "The real name of such talents are always hidden. We have our own confidential system to verify their contributions. But, the top priority is ensuring that they're

If possible, he would also like to go by an

Behind each station, there was an older gentleman or woman waiting. According to Damian, they were rebels who had already retired from service. Obviously, the Slayer Legion wouldn't treat them

been a bit too old because the man manning the counter Damian, Leonel and the others were assigned to was dozing off to the point of lightly snoring. Even after ringing

times in a row that the old man's head, which had been nodding

good. The members of Damian's team seemed to realize that it wasn't the catwoman's actions who woke the old man up, but rather that

in rank. Even when they weren't such big shots, the Slayer Legion protected them to a fault. After all, if an organization didn't protect their veterans, they

only watch as the old man picked up

box like you usually do…" The old man giggled lewdly, almost like he was a teen secretly chatting