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.

Earth, despite being lucky enough to be gifted such prospects, actually

his head, a billowing laughter leaving his lips. His long mustache caught a wind, whipping about wildly along with the rest of his

hands clasped behind his back, his chest

accept one

when he heard

legs flexed, the ground beneath

BANG!

into the skies, crossing a 50 meter length in a single

out. Damian, Joseph and the others could no longer wait. This wasn't because

who had an S-grade ability upon awakening, his ability had long since crossed into

fools. They knew that the guards on the lower levels were no laughing matter. If they couldn't leave

the others bolted out of their hiding spots, running 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 the slightest. It seemed that they were most

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

so many decades within these walls and not see

They were insane.

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 Hargrove

such fear in their lives. They gathered into groups, hoping that they

so shallow that she didn't seem to understand shame at all. Her prison garbs were completely unzipped

in the eyes of the normal prisoners by Damian's side. She had never seen such emotion before, she wondered where it was coming from. It looked like

they were running with all their might. It was quite baffling, actually. Unlike Dark Prisoners, C and B-grade prisoners got to