Dimensional Descent

BANG.

A man slammed his palms onto a sturdy table.

"This is starting to get ridiculous. We don't have the manpower to waste on this. The demons are already starting to become more brazen, we lost a squadron while trying to scout out that region already, and several more in the last few days. How are we supposed to spare the manpower to look for a brat?"

Sergeant Amon was absolutely furious, but he couldn't take out his rage on his higher-ups, so his subordinates could only sit here and let him vent.

His life was pretty leisurely usually, or rather it had been in the past. As an Eighth Star expert, there was very little that he couldn't have. However, in the past few months, maybe even years now that he thought about it, everything was going to shit.

First, he had actually been sent to oversee these mines. This was usually a job that would be handled by mostly Fifth Star folks, and maybe a sprinkle of Sixth Star. In fact, many of them were just pawned off to the lesser forces in the surroundings and they were allowed to keep a small portion of what was mined over the years.

But now he had to stay here year-round and defend against demons, putting his life on the line all the time.

He had been born a talent, his life had been easy from day one. When had he ever suffered this sort of hardship?

Unlike the Vast Bubble, the Godlen's Bubble wasn't in nearly as terrible a state. The Vast Bubble's integration had started off half complete. Even when Leonel went there, there were bits and pieces of the demon world overlapping with it, causing them to have to set up defensive fortresses at all the contact points.

The Godlens were luckier in this regard and they didn't have to worry about this matter, and with Vivak's focus on his other plans, not to mention the Incomplete Worlds, the edge that his experts had outside of the Godlen's true center of power was limited.

beneath his hot breath, sparse strands of grey making him look more aged than he was. It seemed that these past few years of

his subordinates. "Take send out

"But-"

at the soldier trying to talk back. He knew what the latter wanted to say, but he didn't have the

who cared? When the demons came, they'd thank him

idea how important what the Godlens lost was. The Godlen Codex was practically the lifeblood of their Ancestors,

...

this matter from a distance and nodded himself. This

leader, but that was less important. Truthfully speaking, he didn't need the leader to be incompetent because the main problem that these leaders posed wasn't their brains, but

their leader was as lacking as

reasons he picked this

one, it was a relatively new mine. Second, it was multi-layered. Third, it was a great distance from

were still working on the closer sections, there was no need to move too deeply as

for a total of three. There was the shallowest layer, a middle layer, and a

the moment, the largest concentration of people were in the first layer. It would probably take several more decades before they even thought about focusing on