Leonel's arm shot forward like a canon, his dark whistling through the air with a sharp sound. [Call of the Wind] could only be considered to have been mastered to the entry level by Leonel. Yet, he was already capable of throwing his darts at 250 kilometers per hour.
Though his heart was still heavy, he managed to control his trembling hands this time. Without having to account for his wavering aim, his efficiency reached a new level, his throwing ability especially.
Aside from this, there also came a point where Leonel carried no less than five or six rifles on his back. His look would have been quite comical had it not been for his pale face. He had hoped that the longer he spent in this Sub-Dimensional Zone, the more accustomed he would become. But the reality was that his guilt only grew.
'Come on, Leonel. You're better than this. Maybe this is why that Gene Assessment slotted you in to spend the rest of your life throwing balls. That sort of safe profession is just right for someone as pathetic as you.'
I scrub my skin with soup till all the filthy smell disappeared from my body, turning off the shower I dried my skin with the fire before walking out of the bathroom.
"All of you shut up, focus on finding monsters and precious monsters, if I didnt get the quota of monsters I had set up by the evening then you all know what awaited for you," said Leopardmab is hoarse.
Wherever it moved, the destruction follows and the reason for that destruction is the raging Fire it breathes through its mouth, it is very fearsome, whatever it touched will get burned by it.
Its all fake, the place I am in is fake, the snow I am walking on is fake, the winter coat I am wearing is fake and tiredness I am feeling is also fake, everything is fake here.
If not for me knowing this is all fake and my psych inside very advanced imagination crystal, I would have thought everything is real without a doubt, that is how real this feels.