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.'

But something like being teleported into a new sub-dimension and having quests to clear sounded too phony. Leonel would die

Leonel concluded

guesses. They likely wouldn't be 100% accurate. But there was a good chance they would

it deemed an 'F' grade Sub-Dimensional Zone, then it likely wouldn't be useful for very

Ascension Empire 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

took a deep

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

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 knew this as well, or why else would they allow so many to die…? Maybe they

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

The Spanish had guns!

'Dammit!'

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 I don't give them

and the sounds of armor clanging bounced off the walls and into

magical feeling. Leonel could almost draw a perfect map of the trajectory the sounds followed, etching a path from his position to that of the Spanish with a

heavy armor the Spanish wore,

split apart, good. One group is headed toward me,

heart beat wildly. He hadn't felt this way since the very first time he stepped onto a football field. The way his sweaty hands slid across his silver rod, the butterflies the flew through his stomach, how his heart seemed to want to burst from his

edge of a corner, holding

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

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

choice to learn Spanish, but because Aina chose Latin, he hadn't. Plus, he thought French was the language of love, so he had to learn

would come back to bite him like

to the back of his mind, Leonel focused

different from the sounds of armor he had

have been one of them

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 had one hand, let alone reload it. That was one less gunmen he

Come on… Turn right… Turn

of course they turned

ready. As expected, the one holding the torch was in the lead. Without hesitation, Leonel swung down his

ears, but he didn't need to be

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

barbarians are scuttling around like

far as he could without hesitation, collapsing the

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

The sound of sharply whistling wind rang out in his senses

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

flew as the sword hit

pain sounded. They were normal humans, after all. If a mortal man swung a weapon full force at a stonewall,

who had attacked broke his wrist just like his companion. But what choice had

Can't