Dimensional Descent

The male Invalid smiled lightly, pressing its knife just a bit more firmly into Aina's skin. Despite the fact it was still the flat of the blade, Aina's skin was left with a much deeper impression, taking several more seconds to rebound to its previous unblemished appearance.

Aina's jaw clenched tightly, her gaze completely focused on the knife gliding across her hand. It was as though she would rather see everything through to the end than look away.

As for the Invalids words, she hardly cared about them.

Invalids represented failure. Even if they were the so-called majority, nothing would change that.

Plus, unlike humans, Invalids couldn't reproduce. They had no way of multiplying their numbers. As such, even if for a short moment they were indeed the majority, just how long would that last exactly?

That said, it wasn't like there were no worlds were humans failed to weed out the Invalid threat. In those cases, Invalids would become the majority and take hold of the planet for themselves. But…

The irony of it all was that while humans could evolve without Invalids, the vice versa was not possible. In the cases where Invalids 'won', the reality was that they in fact lost.

Now trapped on a world without humans and without ability to travel to other worlds, they essentially reached their limit until the day the world was devoured by its Zones due to lack of human presence.

No matter how you looked at it, Invalids were inferior in every way. Whether it was by the fact they failed to awaken their abilities or even up to the fact they were reliant on humans even now.

"Hm? You don't believe me?"

The male Invalid blinked, a part dangerous, part amused light in its eyes. It seemed impossible to read its intentions, leaving Aina in a perpetually tense state. Her nerves stood on end, even the tiniest hairs on her arm standing erect.

mental fortitude. It made one worry if this was the true goal of the Invalid all

this. But then again, my people have their own issues. I try to tell them that they should control their

continuing to run its knife

foolishness, right? I just turned them all into puppets so they could calm down a bit and bide their time properly.

Invalid chuckled

fiery blaze. Maybe if looks could kill, the male Invalid would have been diced into

to last so long in

forward, trailing it across Aina's inflamed scars until he stopped at the gem

her scars poked and prodded at left Aina's body

that moment, the sound of a knife meeting hard

across the

"Ah, oops."

male Invalid clicked his tongue,

his knife back up, carefully cleaning the blood off its blade. After he was finished, he raised

her hand freely, only to

from Aina's neck, but her gaze gained a new level of intensity. If only she could

"… This blood…"

closed his eyes. When they opened once more, his gaze had earned a tinge of red. From his previously calm expression, it seemed as though he had lost all

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with excitement. He displayed a level of emotion Aina had yet to see

rang through the underground space. It was so loud that the