Dimensional Descent

The sudden opening of a door shook Leonel out of his sleeping state.

He yawned and stretched, sitting up from the table.

He had to say that sleeping on a table wouldn't have been the most comfortable experience for him in the past. But, after practicing to the Standard Stage, it might as well have been a soft bed to the current him.

Leonel wiped the tears and sleep from his eyes, finally locking eyes with those that walked into the room.

There were two individuals, one man and one woman. They both wore the same split robes and metallic leg sleeves.

'These uniforms are quite cool.' Leonel thought playfully to himself. 'I wonder how I can join?'

Of course, Leonel was just having a joke at the expense of himself. With his luck in joining organizations, he'd probably be being hunted to his death within another few days. Still, that didn't change the fact he felt these outfits were quite stylish. Sometimes even Leonel himself forgot he was a teenage boy.

Coach had always said: 'Look good, play good'. The better one felt, the better they could perform. It seemed that this organization, whatever it was, seemed to take this quite seriously as well.

While Leonel was observing the pair, the two of them were looking toward him with incredulous expressions. Wasn't this young man supposed to be sweating their appearance? Why the hell is it that he was sleeping?

The young woman wrinkled her nose. It seemed that a negative effect of locking Leonel in here for so long was that his smell had been highly concentrated into this area.

Leonel slid off the table and put his blanket and pillow away. Flakes of dried blood fell from his body and coated the table, but he didn't bother to clean it. He felt the cleanliness of the room had nothing to do with him, quite frankly.

Star Constitution and could even stay fresh for longer than normal humans, given enough time, he would still end up in such

chair as though nothing had happened and smiled

ask what I've been brought in

he had really needed that nap. It seemed it might have been

they couldn't see the flakes of blood and dirt on the table or smell the horrid stench in the

dictionary and placed it on the

deadpan expression. "In addition, you match the description of

of dress that got him thrust into this situation. Had he taken his time to clean

my home world and used one of my rewards in exchange for a ticket to Terrain.

explained his side of the story politely. Of course, much of it was a lie and in some ways, he really could be considered a fugitive. At the very least, he had run away from his home planet for reasons. But, they didn't need to know

"… I'm just a Third Dimensional existence from a new world, how could I be one of the fugitives you're looking

didn't react much to his words, Leonel's senses were exceptionally keen. He could see that they had already believed as

wasn't sure why they brought him in. It might have been to do their due diligence or for another reason

beneath them. Leonel felt

was weak and had no backing, this was simply one of those things he

pair didn't respond directly to Leonel's

flipped her palm and took out a folder of

years. As long as you do nothing to

smile suddenly faded into

despite the fact he hadn't done anything wrong? What kind of nonsense was

want to monitor me for three years despite the fact I haven't