Dimensional Descent

The man looked massive, something that was inconceivable considering the level of security he would have had to live under for his entire life.

He wore a grey uniform with a single zipper that went from his collar to his crotch. On his left chest, a bright red tag shone: #D2901.

The air around this man seemed to grow solid, a palpable killing intent hanging heavily around him.

It shouldn't have been possible for even an A-grade Prisoner to become so large, let alone a Dark Prisoner. Their meals were perfectly measured to maintain health and prevent starvation, but it shouldn't have been enough to feed their strength, let alone growing to have such a muscular body.

There was no doubt that whatever ability this man had, his strength was related to it.

City Lord Hargrove's expression flickered.

'He doesn't know what The Empire is? Or who the Emperor is?... Interesting, it seems that we've underestimated just how villainous this Ascension Empire is…'

Hargrove should have known. Any Empire that dared to name itself Ascension had to be arrogant without regard.

There was a reason those of the Dimensional Verse described the evolution of a world as the Descent of a Dimension. It was supposed to represent a bestowal by the Universe. Whether it be the talent or potential of a world, it was all gifted. A world didn't grow to accept an evolution, rather an evolution fell upon a certain world.

This was the subtle difference. This was the core truth behind Dimensional Descent.

Yet, whether by coincidence or by a lofty purpose, Earth's Empire named itself Ascension. Arrogance didn't even begin to describe such bloviating. It almost made Hargrove laugh in rage.

world with such little talent, he understood this bestowal the most. Yet, this Earth, despite being lucky enough to be gifted such prospects, actually believed that

his lips. His long mustache caught a wind, whipping about wildly along with

his back, his

accept one and

when he heard

legs flexed, the ground beneath

BANG!

into the skies, crossing a 50 meter length in a

as he was making his way through, another group of prisoners charged out. Damian, Joseph and the others could no longer wait. This

prison, Damian could use his ability again. As a person who had an

fools. They knew that the guards on the lower levels were no laughing matter.

full speed for the city in the distance, the first guard appeared. Unable to wield their normal weapons any longer, they wielded cold weapons. However, their actions didn't seem awkward in

clear that #D2901 had carved out a path for them all. The maddening howls of laughter shook

many decades within these

They were insane.

of them, clearly unused to walking on their own two feet, ran on all fours. Some rolled about as though they were balls rather than humans. A few chose to walk on their hands, shooting off toward

felt such fear in their lives. They gathered into groups, hoping that they wouldn't lose their lives in a maddened

on her palms. Her concept of the world were so shallow that she didn't seem to understand shame at all. Her prison garbs were completely unzipped and her small breasts hung out, jiggling about as

she curiously observed the fear in the eyes of the normal prisoners by Damian's side. She had never seen such emotion before, she wondered where it

their might. It was quite baffling, actually. Unlike Dark Prisoners, C