Dimensional Descent

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.'

having quests to clear sounded too phony. Leonel would die before believing

concluded three

things that appeared in his mind from his wrist watch were just guesses. They likely wouldn't be 100% accurate. But there was a good chance they would

grade Sub-Dimensional Zone, then it likely wouldn't be useful for very long. Maybe

were incredibly low. But… That 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

took a

I'll let you stay for now. Once you stop being useful, I won't hesitate to destroy you. Monitoring my movements

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

middle of a hostile environment with his life on

The Spanish had guns!

'Dammit!'

sprinted forward, his mind oddly clear. Every time he passed by

false turns and dead end pathways. Second important point, guns from this time period can only fire once as long as

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

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

heavy armor the Spanish wore,

just split apart, good. One group is headed

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

at the edge of a corner, holding his rod tightly

vertical line. He had managed to put out all the torches through the horizontal path, but had only made it halfway through the vertical portion

abilities. Making his way through the dark wasn't

and Latin. He had a choice to learn Spanish, but because Aina chose Latin, he hadn't. Plus, he thought

come back to bite him

these thoughts to the back of his mind, Leonel focused with all his might,

from the sounds of armor he had heard before. Following this, the distinct sound

first sound should have been one of them

had hoped they'd be too stupid to think of this solution. But he knew that was asking for too much. Still, this put him in a better position. It wasn't possible to aim a musket if you only

Come on… Turn right…

of course

lead. Without hesitation,

he didn't need to be intelligent to know the torch wielding Spaniard was alerting the

order to properly wield their guns, the Spanish wore a armor that combined aesthetics of the medieval era and leather guards. Of course, these leather guards were on their hands and wrists. With Leonel's rod weighing just

are scuttling around

kicked it away as far as

were smooth and without pause, waves were inwardly flooding his heart. He was certain of it, he was several times stronger

of sharply whistling wind rang out in his senses like

just barely tearing his

as the sword hit against

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

dropping to the 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

Can't let them retreat to the