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.

to Earth and there had been a more than 90% likelihood that when Earth opened its doors for trade, Terrain would be

bastards like the fat merchant, without foresight and forethinking, to benefit from something like this. So, he had begun

Stars a lot like Leonel had been. But while Leonel managed to have his erased in just a few weeks, Havoc still bore his mark to this day, something that enraged

lot of his plans and could only barely get this

aside, he ended up getting swept up into the war not much unlike many others who had come from different planets and had thus

this point, Havoc had simply stored this at the back of his mind. Though the reward was exceptionally handsome, it didn't matter if he couldn't find or locate

passed, Havoc

since Leonel was supposedly a Tier 4 Fugitive. Shield Cross Stars should be doing everything in their power to find him, especially since

off. There was something not quite

monitor Earth as well. In the last few years, Earth, having entered the Fourth Dimension, began to open

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

than Leonel's wanted posters not having been placed anywhere.

the merchants that frequented the small planet. With how meticulous he was, how could he not take the time to know his

sometimes covert and sometimes even overt to the point of threats,

levied against Leonel

true perpetrators were the