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.'

into a new sub-dimension and having quests to clear sounded too phony. Leonel would die before believing this wasn't created by someone. And, he also had a feeling

concluded three

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

be useful for very long. Maybe by the time it got to the 'D' grade, it would be completely

didn't stop Leonel from keeping in mind the possibility that the Empire he had grown up in had saved the best 'systems' for those they deemed the most worthy. In such

took a

won't hesitate to destroy you.

as difficult as ascending to the top of the world. However, Leonel had a feeling that with these changes… The Ascension Empire's control was just that much weaker. Maybe they themselves

of his thoughts. What was he doing? He was in the middle

The Spanish had guns!

'Dammit!'

Every time he passed

as long as I

open arms, the echoing footsteps and the sounds of armor clanging bounced off the walls and

etching a path from his position to that of the Spanish with a line of three turns. It was as though he had

heavy armor the Spanish wore, Leonel's sneakers

group is headed toward

way his sweaty hands slid across his silver rod, the butterflies the flew through his

back against a wall at the edge of a corner, holding his

on was the horizontal line of a 'T', while the Spaniards were walking toward him along the vertical line. He had managed to put out all

sensory abilities. Making his way through the dark wasn't an issue

speak three languages. English, French and Latin. He had a choice to learn Spanish, but because Aina chose Latin, he hadn't. Plus, he thought French was the language of love, so

knew his hormones would come back to bite

of his mind, Leonel focused with all his

of metal scraping on metal, but it was much different from the sounds of armor he had heard before. Following this, the distinct sound of a

first sound should have been one of them pulling out a torch

asking for too much. Still, this put him in

Come on… Turn right…

of course

in the lead. Without hesitation, Leonel swung down his rod fiercely,

understand entered his ears, but he didn't need to

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

scuttling

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

he was several times stronger than he had been in the past. But, his ability

have more time to think. The sound of sharply whistling wind rang out in

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

the sword hit against hard

were normal humans, after all. If a mortal man

floor. It wouldn't be a surprise if the Spaniard who had attacked broke his wrist just like his companion. But what choice had he had? With them descending into darkness, his only chance was to swing where he had seen Leonel

full health. Can't