Transmigrated as an Extra: Awakening of The Ex‐Class'-Chapter 55 : Dungeon part 3

Each step I took was more difficult than the last, my chest filled with a pressure that impeded each of my movements, and in a short time a cold sweat began to sprout on my forehead.

I knew it. There was something in that house, something much more than what I saw with the naked eye, the pressure I felt was not normal. There was something that permeated the air, something that stood in the way, preventing me from getting close to the mansion. I could feel it in my bones, a kind of radar that tells me how dangerous it would be if I took another step. It was as if my body was unconsciously trying to protect me.

The wind began to raise small gusts, I almost felt as if the mansion was breathing, exhaling its icy breath that I could feel with all my skin. At every moment, the shadows of the nearby trees seemed to move, almost as if they were guards; looking more closely, the walls of the mansion contracted as if they were watching me, waiting. The sensation was incredibly unpleasant, so much so that it made my hair stand on end, but I couldn’t afford to back down now. I knew I wasn’t the only one who had come to this place and even though I hurried, I could still see faint traces of blood on the floor.

I forced my legs to move, at first they resisted, I felt a tension in each muscle as if an invisible force was holding them back, but with effort, I quickly managed to overcome that mental barrier that prevented my body from taking a step forward. As soon as I took the first step, an indescribable sensation took hold of me and my body, like a spring, responded urgently. I hurried to the door, fearing that it was not too late.

The place was not as quiet as I imagined. A distant murmur, mixed with a harsh and shocking sound, made me stop. I couldn’t be wrong, a fight was developing in the depths of this mansion, the basement. The persistent sound of blows reached my ears, echoing through the thick walls. The air vibrated slightly, as if the fight was reaching a critical point.

I was going to run and see what was happening, but something inside me told me that perhaps it was better to wait. I needed to observe and act accordingly. I decided to advance with slower steps, my senses alert, the noise of the battle intensified more and more, as I began to descend the stairs. Each step creaked under my weight as I approached the origin of the fight.

Upon reaching the basement, the atmosphere changed radically. The air became completely dense, the environment was complete chaos, almost as if time were distorted. The walls, adorned with strange inscriptions, seemed to emanate a dark energy. The smell of blood was unmistakable, and a blanket of tension enveloped the entire place. Looking closer, I was not alone. The battle was about to reach its climax.

Carefully, I moved without making the slightest noise to the darkest corner, hiding in the shadows. From there, I could see the battlefield. Erwing, accompanied by his sword, stood before an imposing figure. A skeleton knight, armed with a war lance that reflected the light of the torches, observed him from head to toe, analyzing him with an empty, but deadly gaze. The knight’s bones resonated with each movement.

Erwing did not hesitate. With fluid dexterity, he unsheathed his sword and wielded it with determination. The blade, upon contact with the air, began to burn in flames. Blue flames almost seemed holy. The fire crackled and danced along the sword, transforming it into a living extension that highlighted the exquisite control of his mana. The skeleton knight, oblivious to the fire, advanced with chilling precision, his sword raised to block Erwing’s blow.

"Clang!"

The loud metal clang of metal resounded like thunder that shook the room. The spark from the clash briefly illuminated the place. Erwing did not stop, he attacked again with impressive speed. His movements were fast, and his great skill in combat gave him a slight advantage. Each blow was precise, each movement a reflection of all the hard work he had gone through. The skeleton knight retreated, but was not willing to be destroyed.

With a guttural cry, the skeleton launched a fierce counterattack. His sword, imbued with a violent and dark energy, pierced the air with force. However, Erwing did not hesitate. In an astonishing movement, he blocked the blow and, taking advantage of the opening, spun rapidly. The flaming sword cut through the air and, with an explosion of light, pierced the knight’s skull. The skeleton, with a grimace of an empty gaze, was losing its shine until it collapsed, its bones breaking and turning to dust indicating the end of the fight.

Erwing stopped for a moment, his breathing a little agitated, but his gaze did not seem at all surprised, as if it were something natural. He had assumed that he would win, but unfortunately this violent world did not seem to like the end.

At that moment, a slight creaking sound was heard from the shadows. At first it was almost imperceptible, but it quickly spread with an uncomfortable vibration, as if space itself was beginning to give way. I looked around, my breathing stopped for a moment, I knew what was coming next. Out of nowhere a crack began to expand, up to a size of two meters, its edges were covered under a line of orange light that shone between the fissures, devouring the solidity of the place.

The orange-toned crack was very different from what I remembered, according to the novel the tone should have been yellow, I was worried about something that should not have happened, was happening. The orange hue of its edge not only illuminated the basement, but also tinted the air with an eerie atmosphere. The sense of danger was becoming more and more evident with each passing second, and a cold sweat ran down my back. My instinct told me that this would truly be a test of life or death, that what was about to emerge from that crack was not simply a threat: it was something of another level, something more powerful and that my preparations would be useless.

Suddenly, the crack exploded in a blinding explosion of light, and an imposing figure began to materialize, defying all logic. A terrifying complex, the energy around it was so chaotic and violent that I shuddered instantly. Its body seemed human, dressed in a dark, tight suit, formed with each pulse of the crack. But, as it took shape, something more sinister appeared.

The figure, taller than an average man, stood imposingly. His skin, partially visible through the black suit he wore, looked almost too perfect, but at the same time gave you a feeling of incongruity. However, the most disturbing thing was his head. The face, similar to that of a goat, crowned by two long, twisted, shiny horns that emerged from his forehead, like. And his eyes... those eyes, completely black, without pupils or irises, seemed to absorb all the darkness. There was nothing in them, only an unfathomable emptiness.

The air around the figure was really calm, serene, but at times it also became denser, more violent and frugal, almost as if all the energy of the surroundings was being drained into his being. Each of its movements was charged with an oppressive force that made your heart beat, something beyond all logic, impossible to understand, something that did not belong to this world, a being so primitive that as a long-lived being that was hidden in multiple legends as the embodiment of cruelty, a demon had emerged from the portal.

My legs were shaking, almost swaying, fear was visible on my face, but even so I remained firm, I don’t know if it was because of the determination to stop that thing or perhaps because of one of my characteristics, but I knew I had to act at the right time. The entire basement seemed to tremble under the influence of that creature. A feeling of oppression floated in the air, as if space itself was being compressed by the presence of that figure.

The figure turned slowly, looking with that infinite darkness in its eyes. The energy emanating from him was palpable, charged with Măĝî, the energy emitted was powerful enough to destroy anything that stood in its way, but not all was lost, if we could wait at least fifteen minutes I’m sure the instructors would save us. I know this because it was something that happened in the novel.

«After the portal opened a demon appeared, Erwing was the first to face it trying not to involve the remaining students. The battle was tough but in the end he managed to land a critical blow, the demon, although weakened, managed to escape from the mansion, moving with extreme speed, destroying everything in its path.

As it advanced, it killed and devoured the corpses of the students, absorbing their energy, making its power grow even more. Not long after, reinforcements from the academy arrived and killed him, but the damage had already been done. More than half of the students who entered the dungeon had died. It was a hard blow and one of the events that would mark Erwing for life.

Breaking me out of my thoughts, the demon let out a slight smile, while directing his gaze directly towards Erwing.

Усыԥшааит. (I found you)