Transmigrated As An Extra In The Apocalypse-Chapter 50 - 49: Truck (2)

The truck jolted to a halt, the sudden stop nearly sending me crashing into the metal bars.

Around me, the other hostages stirred, some groaning in pain while others sat silently, their faces pale and defeated.

The engine sputtered, then went quiet, leaving an eerie silence that was soon filled with the guttural growls and hisses of the goblins outside.

The driver leapt down, growling and gesturing wildly, as though berating the rusted beast for its betrayal.

Around me, the other hostages shifted uneasily, glancing at each other with pale faces.

Through the gaps in the truck, I saw a Orc, a hulking brute with mismatched armor and a crude wrench in its clawed hand, examining the engine.

It barked orders in its guttural language, and two smaller goblins scrambled to assist, their clumsy movements almost comical if not for the situation.

A sharp command echoed, and the cage door swung open with a screech.

One by one, we were herded out like cattle, rough hands shoving us into a small clearing.

The forest surrounded us, dark and humid, the air thick with the earthy smell of moss and decaying leaves, and the distant sounds of unseen creatures added an unsettling backdrop to the scene.

They herded us into a rough circle by the roadside, their yellow eyes scanning us like predators watching their prey.

One goblin, larger than the rest and looked more older, it was wearing a filthy vest that suggested some kind of rank, crouched beneath the truck.

It seemed to know what it was doing, or at least more than the others.

I sat on the damp ground, my hands resting on my knees.

The others were quiet, their fear a tangible weight in the air.

My mind, however, was working furiously.

My plan was in motion, but I needed an opening.

I scanned my surroundings, noting the positions of the goblins and the way they moved.

The goblins were distracted, their crude weapons slung carelessly over their backs.

Two of them stood nearby, glaring at the group with expressions that would have been intimidating if they didn’t look so... dim.

I pushed myself to my feet, brushing dirt off my pants.

A few of the hostages looked up, their eyes wide with fear, but I ignored them.

My focus was on the two goblins, their beady eyes darting around nervously.

"Hey!" I called out, raising a hand as if surrendering.

The goblins turned toward me, their heads tilting in confusion.

I approached them slowly, keeping my movements deliberate and non-threatening.

"I need to... you know," I said, miming the act of relieving myself.

The goblins stared at me blankly, their expressions unreadable.

I sighed, pointing to the trees.

"Ease myself? Nature calls?"

One of the goblins hissed, waving its weapon, a crude spear, in my direction.

The other seemed more curious than hostile, cocking its head as it watched me.

I shrugged, feigning indifference.

"Look, I’m not trying to escape. Where am I gonna go? Just let me do my business, alright?" I said, pointing toward the trees. "I need to go,"

I mimed the act of relieving myself, exaggerating the motion for emphasis.

The goblins stared at me, uncomprehending.

I sighed dramatically, repeating the motion with more urgency.

One of them tilted its head, exchanging a glance with the other.

They muttered something in their harsh language, but I could see the confusion in their eyes.

They didn’t understand me, and that was exactly what I was counting on.

I put on my best sheepish expression, clasping my hands together as if pleading.

"Just let me go for a minute. You don’t want me doing it here, trust me."

After a tense moment, the curious goblin grunted and waved me off, muttering something to its companion.

I nodded in thanks, making a mental note of their stupidity as I walked toward the trees.

Once I was out of their line of sight, I ducked behind a thick trunk and summoned Ori.

The black wolf appeared silently in a swirl of black mist, its form coalescing into the familiar shape of a sleek black wolf.

Its piercing eyes locking onto mine.

"Stay in your mist form," I whispered. "Surround me and keep me hidden."

Ori obeyed without hesitation it dessolved into a cloud of dark vapor, swirling around me like a living shadow.

The darkness clung to me like a second skin, muffling my footsteps and blending me seamlessly into the surrounding shadows.

I moved carefully, my eyes scanning the goblin camp as I crept toward the second truck.

The goblins were too preoccupied to notice me as I passed them.

Or maybe they couldn’t notice me.

Their guttural voices blending with the sounds of the forest, it was too easy to evade them.

The second truck loomed ahead, its bulk silhouetted against the dim forest light.

Reaching the second truck, I noticed two goblins were there chatting secretly in their unknown language.

"Ori, can you take them out," I muttered.

The darkness left me and passed them like a ghost with incredible speed.

The goblins instantly fell.

And the darkness returned back to me.

I stared at them a bit surprised, I expected Ori to attack them and deal some physical damage like a wolf should do.

I walked closer to the two bodies, and noticed something.

They weren’t knocked out.

They were totally dead.

Suddenly a system screen appeared.

[Ding!]

[Your Tame (Ori), Has Made It First Kill]

[Ding!]

[Your Tame (Ori), System Has Successfully Activated]

"Huh..!"

[Ding!]

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Name: Ori

Master: Sky

Title: Spawn Of A Null

Rank: Null

Abilities:

Fear Manipulation: The ability to exploit opponents’ deepest fears against them.

Ethereal Form: Transformation into a black mist, rendering it untouchable.

Infinite Expansion: The capacity to grow in size without limit.

Absolute Self-Resurrection: the ability to instantly restore itself from any damage or death, regardless of the means of complete destruction or erasure, it will be able to return, and this power cannot be removed by any means from it, making permanent death impossible.

Miasmic Affliction: Manipulation of black mist that infects and dooms those who linger within it.

Existence Rend: The ability to attack an enemy’s fundamental essence.

Energy Negation: The capability to nullify any energy-based attacks.

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Damn.... Ori abilities are... too cool.

But something bothered me, which is why Ori system just activated.

Does that mean Ori system was locked.

If it was, I think it’s because Ori was sealed before.

But, that seriously prevented me from knowing more about Ori...

Well now that I know, I will be able to use Ori correctly during combat or other things.

Like beating people.

But unfortunately i don’t have much time left to ask myself more questions.

I quickly slipped inside the truck, Ori’s mist masking my presence.

The interior was cluttered with crates and strange items, the smell of damp wood and something sickly sweet filling the air.

My eyes scanned the interior, and there it was, a row of green canisters, glowing faintly in the dim light.

The healing potion.

This was it.

The reason I’d let myself be captured in the first place.

I crouched beside the canisters, picking one up carefully.

The liquid inside shimmered, its emerald hue almost hypnotic.

I unscrewed the cap, and the faint, herbal scent that wafted out was enough to make my stomach growl.

I brought it to my lips and drank slowly, the cool liquid sliding down my throat.

Almost immediately, I felt it, a warmth spreading through my chest, dulling the pain in my ribs and easing the ache in my limbs.

After drinking half the potion, I capped the canister and slipped it into my spatial inventory.

I didn’t collect only one...

I collected all of them.

I couldn’t afford to leave them, who knew when I’d need it again?

I left the truck as quietly as I had entered, the mist still cloaking me.

But as I approached the clearing.

A chill ran down my spine.

Something was wrong.

The air was still, the usual chatter of the goblins replaced by an eerie silence.

I stepped into the clearing.

And what I saw made my heart sink.

The goblins and hostages were all dead.

Bodies lay strewn across the ground, their lifeless eyes staring into nothing.

Blood pooled around them, dark and sticky against the earth.

Amidst of the dead corpses a figure stood.

The figure slowly turned to my direction, and said.

"It looks like one mogrel is remaining"