I Was Transmigrated As An Extraordinary Extra-Chapter 177

His gaze locked onto me, a twisted curiosity shining in his red eyes. "I’m impressed by your ability, so let’s make a deal: give me the mirror shards, and I’ll let you live."

I scoffed, shaking my head defiantly. "Fair enough... But how about my friends?"

"They’re weak... unlike you. So they’ll die," Levi stated, his tone matter-of-fact, as if dismissing a non-issue.

"I’ll accept your deal in one condition," I said with a smirk, my resolve hardening.

"Name it," Levi replied, curiosity piqued but suspicion lingering in his gaze.

"Let me kill you first," My smirk transformed into a glare, a promise of my intent.

Levi shook his head, disappointment evident in his eyes. "With that kind of ability... You’re such a waste."

He raised a hand, commanding the monsters. "Kill her."

The snarling creatures lunged at me, claws bared, but before they could reach me fully, I shouted, "It’s time to wake up and help!"

For a fleeting moment, the surroundings fell still.

Levi watched, his expression shifting from confidence to confusion. "What is she up to this time?" His question hung in the air, tinged with unease.

Then it happened—the ground erupted as the fallen began to stir. The dead were rising! It was as if an unseen force was pulling their lifeless forms and being a puppet, bringing them back to life.

Even the monsters that remained alive stood in shock, their predatory instincts momentarily dulled as the corpses approached the girl.

"How?! How does she have that kind of ability?!" Levi exclaimed, panic rising in his voice. Only Xeridia, one of the demon gods, possessed such power. That girl had surpassed his expectations in ways he never imagined.

This was bad. The situation was spiraling out of his control. He needed to kill the girl before she could fully unleash her power. His mana was depleting as he maintained to control the portal to the abyss, and he couldn’t afford to underestimate her any longer.

"What are you waiting for?! Kill that girl now! I don’t care if you eat her alive or what but kill he right now!" This time he was hysterically shouting, frustration dripping from each word.

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Panagsina Town Hall

Cypher swiftly swung his cane like a sword, releasing a powerful arc of blue energy that cut through the air.

Morton barely managed to block the attack with his steel pipe, but the force of the blow sent his men flying behind him like ragdolls.

With no interference left, Cypher seized the moment and charged towards Morton, determination etched on his face.

Morton questioned, swinging down his steel pipe to counter. "...How did you know?"

After deftly parrying the blow, Cypher replied. "What is?"

"How did you say that the person left behind is stronger than you?" Morton inquired, genuine curiosity weaving through his tone.

Cypher smiled slightly, bemused at the question. "I’m not the type of person who likes to lie."

Confusion flickered across Morton’s face. "What? How did that answer my—"

He was cut off by a horrific shriek in the distance. "Aaargh!"

Both Cypher and Morton turned their heads, witnessing Edge waving his spear with violent energy, creating a chaotic dance of death among their foes. While his movements appeared almost ridiculous, the effectiveness of his strikes was undeniable. He fluidly mixed stabs and slashes, his presence resembling that of an ancient warlord charging into battle.

Seeing one of his men sent flying, Morton turned back to Cypher. "Is he also as strong as you?"

Cypher simply smiled, leaving the question unanswered. His silence spoke volumes.

Morton erupted in laughter, swirling his steel pipe with renewed vigor. "Then let’s see how strong that makes you!"

Clang!

As their weapons collided, Cypher met Morton’s attack with equal force. The two were locked in a fierce simmer of power, neither willing to back down. They pushed against each other, a palpable tension crackling in the air between them.

"Well, it looks like our plan failed," Morton said, catching his breath.

"There’s no reason for us to fight anyway; we only need your boss and the witch," Cypher reasoned, his eyes steady and resolute.

Amidst the chaos of battle, the two men stood locked in their struggle, exchanging words and intent.

"The one you’re calling Master isn’t human, but a Rogue. He’s just using all of you," Cypher continued, his voice low yet intent.

The concept of Rogues was still foreign to Morton; in this era, such beings were not yet defined. According to historical texts, the rise of Rogues was said to occur only in the 2040s.

"Huff!" Morton grunted as he pushed Cypher back, unresponsive to the weight of Cypher’s words.

Cypher sighed, reluctantly gathering his strength. He enveloped his cane with a more intense aura, the blue glow blossoming into a brilliant white, illuminating the surrounding area with a fierce light.

"You were hiding a rather interesting power, eh?" Morton smirked, acknowledging Cypher’s transformation.

Morton’s body also began to glow a menacing red, pulsating ominously as he suddenly expanded in size.

Cypher’s expression shifted to one of seriousness, his stance rigid and ready.

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Abandoned Building Base

"Pthoo!" I spat out the blood that had pooled in my mouth, the metallic taste sharp and bitter. Every inch of my body throbbed with pain. However I can’t stop right now, if I stop, Levi would surely rip me to pieces.

I couldn’t help but think that if only Macaron was here, he would have enjoyed fighting these monstrous hordes, saying that it would add points to his experience.

Despite feeling the weight of exhaustion from the earlier fight, I waited for this moment to activate Spectral Seal to use my ability, "Bloodthirst." This dark magic allowed me to extract the vital energy from my opponents, recharging my fading strength.

I hesitated momentarily, knowing the price I would pay—each minute I keep it activated would draw me closer to madness. I don’t mind using it for the sake of leaving this world. Besides, I wanted to know how powerful this ability is.

Like a madwoman, I continued slashing my way through the path, each strike connecting with an enemy as the undead fought eagerly at my side.

I activated all my remaining abilities once more, the dark power flowing through me as it rejuvenated my wounds. The deep lacerations on my skin felt like they had dried up, energy coursing through my veins as my body began to heal.

With the undead now fighting alongside me, we surged forward towards Levi, cutting through the confused monsters that blocked our path. The horrific screams of my enemies mingled with the clatter of steel and the crackling energy of my abilities as I fought relentlessly.

I could feel the flow of darkness within me, and it was exhilarating.

Each time a dead creature struck down a living one, I felt a surge of satisfaction. "Awaken," I whispered, bringing the slain monsters back to their feet to continue the assault, creating an unending cycle of horror for Levi and his pathetic minions.

"Hahahaha! Come on, Levi! Show me what you’ve got! Hahahaha!" I shouted while laughing hysterically, the madness swirling in my mind giving me the courage to stand more defiant than ever.

Each time I slashed an enemy, I could feel their life force enriching me, fueling my drive and igniting my wrath. "You think you can stop me with these pathetic excuses for monsters?"

The dead continued to rise behind me, a relentless army at my disposal, and with each life claimed, my strength only multiplied.

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Witch. She’s truly a mad witch. Kino Jole, my own warlock, was nowhere near this young woman’s strength.

My army was dwindling, slowly losing ground, and the portal to the abyss had finally closed behind me, severing the flow of monsters that had previously strengthened my forces. The tables had turned, and now it was she who commanded an army of the undead.

What’s even more terrifying was her ability to control the dead—was she also a follower of a demon god? No, that couldn’t be. Even if she was, no demon god would empower someone like her.

For the first time in my life, I felt a dread that was foreign to me—fear. As I watched her advance, the killing intent radiating from her eyes sent chills down my spine. She moved with predatory focus, cutting down monsters with ease, summoning them back as the fallen rose to join her ranks. Although something had also changed within her; she was spiraling deeper into madness.

The demonic monsters I had unleashed on her, with their venom and vicious teeth, were proving futile against her relentless onslaught. The venom had no effect on her, and every strike she took seemed calculated to bait their attacks, using them to amplify her own killing spree.

I could hardly wrap my mind around what was happening.

Initially, when I saw her draw a mere dagger—an instrument recognized for its low lethality—I dismissed her as a mere annoyance. I thought she would fall quickly in close combat, easily overwhelmed by my monstrous forces.

But what I couldn’t comprehend was the sheer destructive power radiating from those daggers. Each one, I’d initially believed to be trivial, multiplied exponentially in number, swirling around her like a deadly halo. They slashed through monsters that approached her, slashing them in an instant. No monster can’t even approach her.

"Impossible..." I uttered, my voice barely above a whisper as I gazed in shock at the bloody battlefield unfolding before me. What had once been five thousand demonic monsters was reduced to a mere handful. Panic surged within me.

I took a step back, incredulous as I counted only twenty monsters left.

Then, another step back when I realized there were only ten remaining.

A rush of panic surged through me, igniting a primal instinct to survive. I turned on my heel, ready to flee, but the moment was pierced by a chilling voice drifting through the chaotic din.

"Levi~" It was soft, cold, and laced with a malicious intent that sent shivers down my spine. "Do you think you can escape?" Her voice was like silk, but the underlying threat was clear. She was relishing in the power she wielded, and I was but a cornered beast.

I froze, dread pooling in my chest as I turned slowly to face her. She was all bloody while playing a dagger on her left hand. She had this unsettling smile; as if she’s waiting for me to run away and chase me like a predator hunting for its prey.