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.

such little talent, he understood this bestowal the most. Yet, this Earth, despite being lucky enough

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

clasped behind his back, his

accept one

laughed when he heard

ground beneath him

BANG!

a 50 meter length in a

longer wait. This wasn't because

was minimal. After the destruction of the prison, Damian could use his ability again. As a person who had an S-grade ability

knew that the guards on the lower levels were no laughing matter. If they couldn't leave now, they might

Unable to wield their normal weapons any longer, they wielded cold weapons. However, their actions didn't seem

out. It was clear that #D2901 had carved out a path for them all. The maddening howls of laughter shook the prison, causing a cold shiver to take hold

how insane the prisoners below were. It was impossible for them to spend so many decades within these

They were insane.

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 City in a

amongst them, wearing #C's and #B's across their chests had never felt such fear in their lives. They gathered into groups, hoping that they wouldn't lose their lives in

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

the fear in the eyes of the normal prisoners by Damian's side. She had

their might. It was quite baffling, actually. Unlike Dark Prisoners, C and B-grade prisoners got to exercise