Extra Borne: Transmigrated Into A System Apocalypse Soulsborne Novel-Chapter 52 - 50: Gary

The war to stop Yadred’s rebirth... has already begun.

The weight of those words lingered in the air, echoing in the silence that followed. The air felt heavy, charged with something unspoken yet undeniable, like the world itself was holding its breath. I stood up, my mind made.

"Can you walk?" I asked, my tone calm yet steady.

"If I could," the Roamer said with a faint chuckle, "I wouldn’t be lying here like this."

His battered form didn’t shift, but his voice carried a sharpness that cut through the rhythmic pounding of the rain, shaking the muddy ground below.

Before I could respond, the world itself seemed to shift.

The endless downpour of muddy battered rain poured harder, the ashen-gray sky above illuminated by streaks of multicolored lightning.. red, white, yellow.. each flash was followed by a deafening boom that masked all other sounds. But despite the chaos around, I felt it.

A presence. No, multiple presences.

Monsters.

They were descending, their movements fast, purposeful. And they were coming straight for us.

"Do you feel it?" the Roamer asked.

I didn’t answer immediately, standing still as my senses expanded outward. I listened intently, letting every sound, every tiny movements, every vibration seep into my awareness. Each shift in the air, each creak of the old wooden beams, even the faint squelch of the dark mud beneath my boots... nothing escaped me.

Slowly, I began to emanate mist, spreading it across the abandoned village. The cold vapor coiled around the broken buildings, seeping slowly into the cracks and crevices, blanketing the area in an unsettling haze.

"It’s useless," the Roamer said. His voice carried a weary certainty as he shifted slightly, though his eyes remained shut. "These monsters coming... they have eyes like us Roamers. They see through illusions and other forms of deceptions."

I almost bit my lip but held back, exhaling inwardly instead. That complicated things.

"Don’t worry," he added, almost as if sensing my unease. "Their eyes won’t burn you from existence. They’ll only see the truth beneath the lies."

Steeling myself, I turned toward the direction my detection indicated. And then I saw them.

Massive forms emerged from the horizon, moving with terrifying speed. Their hulking bodies were monstrous amalgamations of decay and predatory power. Heads like that of lions, snarling with a feral hunger, were mounted on bear-like bodies that seemed to rot as they moved. Their eyes glowed faintly, a sizzling orange light that pierced the gloom, illuminating the falling rain with an eerie radiance.

"What are they?" I asked, my voice calm but sharp.

"Uricott," the Roamer replied, his voice carrying an edge of disdain. "Low-class beasts created by the presence of one of the Void Hands."

"Created by their presence…" I repeated inwardly, the phrase settling like a stone in my chest.

The Uricotts closed the distance with alarming speed, their massive forms tearing through the muddy terrain. There were eight of them... eight hungry, feral beasts rushing straight toward us.

One lunged forward, its claws extended, ready to rip through anything in its path. But as it leapt, its massive form suddenly froze mid-air, stiff and unmoving.

I allowed myself a small smile. Mist Parasite.

The mist I’d released wasn’t just for hiding our presence. It was a trap, a vessel for my control. The Uricott, now under my influence, turned back toward its pack. With a guttural roar, it attacked, swiping at its former allies with unrelenting aggression.

While the beasts were momentarily distracted, I dissolved into mist. My true form remained hidden as I created a mist clone... a perfect replica of myself. The clone materialized a bow, its form ethereal and shimmering. As it drew the string, a swirling blue vortex energy arrow coalesced, crackling with concentrated power.

The clone released the arrow.

It tore through the air with terrifying speed, striking one of the Uricotts directly in the chest. The impact was immediate... a deafening boom as the beast exploded into chunks of decayed flesh, scattering across the middy battlefield.

One down, one parasited, six to go.

The remaining Uricotts growled in unison, their snarls reverberating like a monstrous symphony. My clone didn’t hesitate, drawing another arrow as the parasited Uricott continued its rampage.

I materialized my real body just a short distance away, close enough to engage in battle. The beasts immediately turned their glowing eyes toward me, their snarls growing louder. They could see me clearly now, the mist no longer a distracting veil between us.

One of them lunged, its claws slicing through the air with deadly speed. But I was ready... always..

I materialized my Mist Sword, its translucent blade humming with power. With a swift motion, I swung, releasing a mist slash that the Uricott narrowly dodged.

The others joined the fray, their movements coordinated, their attacks relentless. But I had studied them... every muscle twitch, every shift in weight. Their patterns were clear to me now.

I dodged their claws with ease, my movements fluid and precise. One snapped its jaws at me, but its teeth closed on empty air as I dissolved into mist, leaving behind only a faint silhouette.

I smiled again, my confidence growing.

Two more blue vortex arrows shot through the mist in perfect unison, striking their targets with devastating accuracy. Another explosion rocked the muddy battlefield as two Uricotts were obliterated, their remains scattered like ash in the rain.

Four down, four to go.

I rematerialized some distance away, my form coalescing from the swirling mist. Before me, my two mist clones surged toward the remaining Uricotts, their movements seamless yet calculated. The parasited Uricott joined the fray, its monstrous form an unwilling ally bound to my will.

Three against four.

Still unfair for them, I mused, watching the unfolding battle with a detached focus. These beasts, for all their ferocity, lacked the cunning of the Roamers. They were creatures of instinct, predictable and prone to error.

The mist clones dissolved their spectral bows and shifted to close combat, their fists crackling with concentrated mist energy. They struck in unison, devastating blows that sent one of the Uricotts staggering back. The parasited Uricott seized the opportunity, tearing into its kin with brutal speed, leaving only three opponents standing.

The remaining Uricotts hesitated, their primal intelligence grasping the shift in balance. Their glowing orange eyes flicked between each other, and then it began.

Their bodies convulsed, shuddering as if under some unseen pressure. Muscles and sinew tore apart, merging into one another like molten wax. Their forms writhed and bubbled, a unsettling transformation taking place before my eyes.

I frowned. This wasn’t something I had anticipated.

The air grew heavier as the process continued. The once distinct beasts had become a singular, monstrous entity... a towering mass of rotting flesh and exposed bone. Its lion-like head had warped, its jaws elongated and dripping with thick, dark ichor. It was larger than the individual Uricotts, more dangerous, its presence radiating an oppressive malice..

Its slow, guttural growl rippled through the air, shaking the muddy ground beneath my feet.

Above us, the ashen-gray sky seemed to darken further, as though nature itself recoiled from the abomination. The muddy battered rain intensified, each drop hitting like a hammer, and the multicolored lightning became more frequent, each thunderclap louder and more violent than the last.

The mutated Uricott lunged without warning, a blur of raw power and savagery. My mist clones reacted instantly, dodging the initial strike with smooth precision. One clone materialized a bow, while the other conjured a Mist Sword, their spectral weapons shimmering in the storm’s dim light.

But then, everything stopped.

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In an instant, the clones dissipated, their forms scattering like vapor in the wind. The parasited Uricott collapsed, its body limp and lifeless.

Only the mutated Uricott remained, standing amidst the chaos, its monstrous form heaving with each breath.

But something was wrong.

Its movements were sluggish, jerky. The faint orange glow in its eyes flickered erratically, and its body trembled as though resisting some unseen force.

I smiled grimly. It had already been parasited.

I dissolved into mist, my form dispersing into the air. Time was no longer on my side, and I had no intention of drawing this out. The battle was over, whether the beast knew it or not.

As the mutated Uricott staggered under my control, I turned away, letting it crumble as it laid down almost lifeless behind me. I walked toward the Roamer, his battered form lying still on the rain-soaked ground.

"I’m about to meet Geralda. Will you be all right alone?" I asked, my voice calm but edged with cold detachment.

There was no response.

I stopped and looked at him closely. The blue, acidic ichor pooling around him told the story before he did. He was fading, dematerializing into nothing, his form dissolving with every passing moment.

"You’re dying," I said quietly, though my voice betrayed a flicker of worry.

The Roamer chuckled weakly. "We all die eventually, don’t we? It’s just a matter of time." His voice was steady, though faint, and carried an air of acceptance.

"Cut through my stomach," he rasped, his tone firm despite his fading strength. "Take my larvae worm. You need it more than I do now."

I shook my head, the motion slow but firm. "No," I said, refusing his offer.

"Don’t argue," he insisted, his voice softening but remaining urgent. "There’s no escaping death for me this time. It’s here, and I’m ready to face it."

He paused, his breaths coming in shallow gasps. "In all my years... as a human and a Roamer... I’ve seen many die. But now, to feel it for myself... it’s something else. Marvelous, even."

Though his eyes were closed, he turned his massive head slightly in my direction. "Will you grant me a final honor?"

"What is it?". I ask, my voice almost a whisper.

"Your name," he said, his voice barely audible over the rain.

The storm raged on, but I couldn’t feel it anymore. The downpour, the thunder... it was distant, insignificant.

"Agon," I said quietly. "My name is Agon."

"Agon," he repeated, as though tasting the word. "A dangerous name... mysterious, even. It suits you."

"What’s yours?" I asked, my voice calm but trembling slightly.

"Gary," he said after a pause. "Call me Gary."

His head sagged lower, his form disintegrating further into the muddy ground. Tears slipped from his closed eyes, mingling with the rain.

"I’ll finally see you again, Yvonne..." His voice faded into silence, his last words echoing in the emptiness.

My chest tightened as I bit my lip hard, trying to suppress the turmoil building inside me.

Closing my eyes, I summoned my Mist Sword, its ethereal blade humming in the rain.

With a scream tearing from my throat, I brought it down, slicing through his stomach.

The sight was raw. Dark blue acidic ichor spilled out, pooling around his corpse. Within his open abdomen, two black larvae worms writhed, their slick bodies gleaming in the dim light.

My hands burned as I reached for them, the acidic dark blue ichor eating at my flesh, but I didn’t care. I filled my subconscious with mist, numbing myself to the pain and emotions clawing at the edges of my mind.

Without hesitation, I swallowed the first larvae worm, then the second.

The transformation was immediate. My body felt weightless, as though I were floating above the ground. Energy coursed through me, raw and untamed, pushing against the limits of my being.

I was evolving.....