Dimensional Descent

Leonel sat blankly staring at a wall.

It had already been three days since he came to this checkpoint city, and he had stared at this wall for who knew how many hours, but his brain refused to wake up from this dream. How the hell had he gotten here?

'How is that old man so powerful? I feel like I can't do anything to him…'

Leonel felt quite helpless. He felt that that day the old man took him away, he had most definitely not used Force. Leonel's senses were too sharp to miss something like that. What was even more shocking, though, was the fact that the old man's stats were pushing 3.00. This is what truly left Leonel speechless.

If it was just this strength, it would be insane enough. But, what truly shocked Leonel about the old man was the sturdiness of his body. He was almost like the Metal Invalid Leonel met all those months ago. But, unlike that Invalid, his stats hadn't been tempered down by his own weight.

After some thought, Leonel's mind drifted toward something in particular. When his father retired as a general, he had gone to work as a researcher. It was while in that position that he produced the vomit brew Leonel was forced to consume daily.

To this day, Leonel didn't know what the name of that department was. All he knew was that his father was involved in the evolution of human food and the consumption of it. The Ascension Empire had brought technology basically to its upper limits, so they wanted to test the limits of the human body.

If the Empire could run such tests, why couldn't the rebel army do so as well? If Hutch was part of these experiments and could be considered a success, then maybe the waters of Earth were far deeper than he thought.

But, if such was the case, then why was Hutch the first person he had seen with such ridiculous stats? If such a good thing existed, Leonel believed that the old man definitely wouldn't be the only one to benefit.

Governor Duke's son had stats that could barely be considered average among non-athletic humans even before the

Legion had access to such technology. But, if that was the

this. What if the rebels have someone amongst them like that monocle wearing prick? If someone awoke the abilities to alter their genetics, that could explain it

"Agghh."

as though trying to hurry his brain to the answer. But,

PENG!

someone threw a kick at Leonel's door,

"Time to train!"

already told you a million times, I have no intention of joining the Slayer Legion. If you keep treating me like this, the day you train me to be your better

this, they would plop to the ground in fear for him. Who of the rebels dared to speak to this madman in

the day you defeat me.

Force, his stats would also be pushing 3.00. If

Leonel would still feel hesitant. The spear was a killing weapon, after all. And, his Lineage Factor didn't seem to activate when he used blunt weapons. Though he was annoyed by

when this old man sensed how strong his body was when he resisted being

headquarters and claimed that he would be taking over. When Supreme Mighelle obviously

the position away in favor of him. It