Dimensional Descent

Havoc was indeed not the fat merchant. The fat merchant had never stepped foot onto this planet and had always been far more interested in increasing his wealth in other ways.

Havoc, however, wasn't afraid to stoop to any low to rise. The fat merchant had long since gotten used to his lavish lifestyle within the Fourth Dimension, he had no grand hopes of starting from the bottom of the Fifth Dimension and working his way all the way up again. The two were simply vastly different people.

One was as boisterous as possible while the other was quiet and reserved, laying in wait for the perfect chance to strike.

At first, Havoc didn't immediately recognize Leonel. Compared to the last time he had been seen, the difference was too great.

Leonel had matured by two years, firstly, making his jaw more defined, his back wider and his shoulders more broad. Beyond that, his hair was no longer long and its color, along with his eyes, were completely different.

For a person who had only seen Leonel once, it would have been easy to ignore the signs of familiarity and even possible to have even not connected the memories together at all. But, Havoc was different.

Compared to the others who had almost dead eyes as they scanned their monitors, his had always been like that of a hawk's, scanning through every detail with a meticulous tediousness that others wouldn't care to suffer through.

It took a while, but Havoc finally remembered.

Years ago, he had taken some work on Terrain. Unlike the fat merchant who frequented that world to begin with, Havoc had been there because that was where his research led.

a more than 90% likelihood that when Earth opened its doors for trade, Terrain would be the first it

refused to allow lucky bastards like the fat merchant, without foresight and forethinking, to benefit from something

of all his covert actions, he had been flagged by Shield Cross Stars a lot like Leonel had been. But while Leonel managed to have his erased

mark, he had to delay a lot of his plans

much unlike many others who had come from different planets

at the back of his mind. Though the reward was exceptionally handsome, it didn't matter

as time passed, Havoc

on Earth, he had never seen a single wanted poster for Leonel. This was odd, especially since Leonel was supposedly a Tier 4 Fugitive. Shield Cross Stars should be doing everything in their power to find him, especially since he should be the only criminal of that caliber in the Milky Way. There was no excuse for him

when Havoc's senses went off. There was something

as well. In the last few years, Earth, having entered the Fourth Dimension, began to open itself up to forms of

ship of Shield Cross Stars and neither was Emperor Fawkes placed on a wanted

even less sense than Leonel's wanted posters not

became quite familiar with the merchants that frequented

sometimes even overt to the

levied against Leonel were, in all likelihood,

were the Cities