The Martial Unity

Leonel felt a slight dizziness that soon disappeared. He could vaguely feel that his quick recovery was anything but natural, however he didn't have much evidence to back this.

He found himself in a long corridor, dimly lit by flickering torches that hung from the walls. Large irregularly shaped stones formed the bricks that built the surroundings, giving the place the feel of an ancient tomb.

Just as Leonel was about to take a step forward, something completely unexpected happened.

[Subject detected. Leonel Morales, 17]

[Credit: First to enter Sub-Dimensional Zone. Accomplishment recorded]

Leonel stared blankly at the wrist watch on his arm.

[Earth is currently in a state of metamorphosis, ascending from the Third Dimension to the Fourth. Its present state is that of an In Between Dimension. To complete the evolution, certain requirements must be met. The Ascension Empire will rely on its citizens more than it ever has before, Godspeed]

To someone else, maybe these words would have had a calming effect. But to Leonel, his chest tightened as he tried to suppress the desire to simmer with rage.

Leonel didn't know what was going on, but what he did know was that whatever 'metamorphosis' was happening didn't account for this oh so 'helpful' aid on his wrist. This meant that the Ascension Empire knew that this change was coming and did nothing to prepare for it.

No. That wasn't accurate. They had prepared. It was just that they felt the lives of the billions who fell from the skies weren't worthy of protecting. The Empire was capable of creating technology that worked in this 'In Between Dimension', yet they hadn't made it widespread.

Eventually, Leonel's anger turned to laughter, his grip tightening around his metal rod to the point his knuckles turned an unhealthy shade of white.

[Subject: Leonel Morales]

[Ability detected: Sensory Type]

[Ability grade: D]

[Warning, margin of error for subject Leonel Morales is outside reasonable bounds. Only 5% of DNA recognizable. Abnormality recorded. It is advised that subject not trust his life to this data]

[Sub-Dimensional Zone detected: Mayan Tomb. Spanish invasion]

[Sub-Dimensional Zone grade: F]

[Clear requirements: Enter Chief Priest's Sacrificial Room. Save Chief Priest]

[Side Quest: Unable to detect. Scope of system too limited]

[Reward: Unable to detect. Scope of system too limited]

Leonel reined in his rage.

His initial instinct was to smash the watch on his wrist, however he knew this was foolish. His deductions told him that it wasn't normal for one who entered a Sub-Dimensional Zone to gain so much information without doing much of anything.

'If this is a process of a world evolving from the Third to Fourth Dimension, I have a hard time believing that this is the first time such a thing has ever happened. Something about this is too systematic, too planned. It doesn't have the erratic nature one would expect from organic evolution.'

how many instances of trial, error and failure were there in the evolution of a species? Too many to count. But something like being teleported into a new sub-dimension and having quests to clear sounded too phony. Leonel would die

concluded three

from his wrist watch were just guesses. They likely wouldn't be 100% accurate. But there was

likely wouldn't be useful for very long. Maybe by the time it got to the 'D' grade, it

But… That didn't stop Leonel from keeping in mind the possibility that the

a

hesitate to destroy you. Monitoring my movements and giving me nothing in return?

Empire's control was just that much weaker. Maybe they themselves knew this as well, or why else would

out of his thoughts. What was he doing? He was in the middle of a hostile environment with his

The Spanish had guns!

'Dammit!'

time he

only fire once as long as I don't give them time to reload. Third important point, my ability is a sensory type, I'll do better in the dark

greeting Leonel's thoughts with open arms, the echoing footsteps and the sounds of armor clanging

map of the trajectory the sounds followed, etching a path from his position to that of the Spanish with a line of three turns. It was as though he had gained a sonar ability, but it

armor the Spanish wore, Leonel's

good. One group is headed toward me, there are three of

the very first time he stepped onto a football field. The way his sweaty hands slid across his silver

against a wall at the edge of a corner, holding his rod tightly to his body with

line. He had managed to put out all the

Making his way

him to inwardly curse. He knew how to speak three languages. English, French and Latin. He had a choice to learn Spanish, but because

come

back of his mind, Leonel

metal scraping on metal, but it was much different from the sounds of

first sound should have been one of them pulling out

much. Still, this put him in a better position. It wasn't possible to aim a musket if you only had one hand, let alone reload it. That was

on… Turn right…

course they

the torch was in the lead. Without hesitation, Leonel swung down his rod fiercely, aiming for

didn't understand entered his ears, but he didn't need to be intelligent to know the torch

of the medieval era and leather guards. Of course, these leather guards were on their hands and wrists. With Leonel's rod weighing just a bit over 30 pounds, did the soldier's wrist even

barbarians are scuttling

Leonel kicked it away as far as he could without hesitation, collapsing the

pause, waves were inwardly flooding his heart. He was certain of it, he was several times stronger than he had been in the past. But, his ability wasn't related to the strength of his body, so

to think. The sound of sharply whistling wind rang out in his

dove backward. The feeling of a blade just barely tearing his

flew as the sword hit against hard

They were normal humans, after all. If a mortal man swung a

Spaniard who had attacked broke his wrist just like his companion. But what choice had he had? With them

one in full health. Can't let them retreat to