Omniscient Extra's ViewPoint: Supreme Adaptation-Chapter 15: Trapped Building

"Uhhn?" Vorden frowned.

This was different.

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The three of them stepped into a modern building.

To Vorden, it resembled the typical homes found in the real world.

However, to his partners, it was entirely unfamiliar.

The hallway extended forward, its end obscured in darkness.

Dim LED strips ran along the walls, providing just enough illumination.

The walls were metallic, smooth, and featureless. The polished floor reflected their movements.

Windows lined the corridor, revealing other rooms. Some were empty, while others had malfunctioning screens flickering or blinds drawn.

The entire structure was uniform and functional.

Their footsteps were the only sound breaking the silence.

"Where are we?" the girl on the team asked flatly, summoning a staff tipped with a sharp point.

Her black hair was pulled into a ponytail, and she stood tall.

"I've no idea. This feels different from any Night Shift I've been on, though this is only my third," the male with dyed green hair replied, his stance exuding confidence.

Vorden quickly realised that his team members were also new to Night Shifts.

The only difference was that he had more knowledge of this world than they did.

What they didn't know, he might just happen to.

However, the body he now inhabited made him appear as much a novice as they were.

The bastard he possessed had been ridden of any helpful story background—just enough history to exist, but nothing substantial in terms of strength or justification for some of the decisions made.

Now, Vorden was left piecing together what little there was.

The last male in the group remained silent, much like Vorden, scanning their surroundings as they advanced cautiously.

Though Vorden wasn't certain of their ranks, their confidence suggested they weren't weak.

They would do.

His reason for joining a team was simple—to avoid unnecessary attention.

Having already survived one of the deadliest Night Shifts and emerging as a durable Seeker, he was undoubtedly being monitored.

If he entered another alone, made it out unscathed, and without effort, suspicions would arise. People might begin to question whether he truly held the rank he was registered as.

However, the system had just complicated matters further.

It had assigned a rank to this Night Shift—something that was never mentioned in the game's framework.

Night Shifts didn't have ranks.

Nor were their locations ever predetermined.

What does this mean? Mid-tier?

Lost in thought as he stared at the floating screen, he barely registered the light tap on his shoulder.

Turning his head slightly, he saw that it was the quiet one who had called for his attention.

"Are you that new Seeker who became a Fang-Wrought immediately and survived one of the most lethal Night Shifts?" the man asked in a low voice, ensuring the other two wouldn't overhear.

Unlike them, he recognised Vorden.

Vorden gave a brief nod.

The man extended a hand.

"Good to meet you."

Vorden accepted the handshake.

"I hope you—well, we—make it out of here alive today," he added, glancing at Vorden with a slightly awkward expression.

Before Vorden could make sense of the comment, the man moved forward without another word.

Vorden watched him for a moment, shrugged, and returned to his analysis.

Getting back to the matter at hand, it was likely the others weren't seeing the same information he was.

The girl suddenly proposed that they each take a separate path. If nothing—like a shore or a Gate Stone—was found, they could regroup here.

As previously stated, Enshires didn't exist to aid Seekers beyond their first Night Shift. They had to locate the Gate Stone themselves and make their own way out.

The two males readily agreed, but to Vorden, the plan was reckless.

They had no idea what might be lurking here.

Worse still, they couldn't communicate. Any modern devices, unless bestowed by Glory, were utterly useless in this place.

He was about to intervene, to at least have them rethink their decision, but it was too late.

They had already dispersed, leaving him alone in the hallway.

The girl entered a large room.

The overconfident one continued down the corridor, his stride filled with unwarranted self-assurance.

The quiet, peculiar one slipped into another room without a word.

"Idiots. What if you run into something beyond your ability to handle? This is why Seekers die far earlier than Knights ever do."

Vorden summoned his blade and turned down the hallway.

His sharpened hearing picked up footsteps—running—approaching fast from the direction he was facing.

"Huh?"

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He tilted his head slightly, his gaze cutting through the dimness.

A familiar figure emerged from the shadows—the overconfident fool who had rushed ahead was now running back.

He came to an abrupt stop in front of Vorden, confusion clear on his face.

"Why are you here?"

Vorden raised an eyebrow. "Should I be somewhere else?"

"No, I mean... I went down the hallway, found a room, went inside, and exited through another door. The next hallway was fully lit, so I kept moving, expecting to find something new. But now..."

The boy scanned his surroundings, his confusion deepening.

"It turns out I've just ended up back here."

Vorden frowned.

He wasn't entirely sure what the idiot was talking about.

Then he heard it.

A sound from the girl's room.

It wasn't human.

A sharp yell followed, and then—shattering glass.

Vorden's head snapped towards the noise.

A body was flung through the window, hitting the ground with a brutal thud.

It was her.

She was still alive—barely—but unmoving.

The two young men stared at her motionless form, her staff lying beside her.

The green-haired one stepped forward, ready to rush to her aid.

Vorden grabbed his arm.

"If you want to live longer, I suggest you stay where you are."

Something wasn't right.

The first noise—before the scream—wasn't just otherworldly.

It was too similar to the girl's own voice.

"Are you insane? We need to help her!"

The boy shoved Vorden aside and bolted towards her.

Vorden didn't bother stopping him this time.

In an instant, a Shore at the Ruinborn rank lashed out with enormous tendrils—decapitating both the girl and the fool in a single, effortless motion.

Two fish, caught at once.

Vorden took several slow steps backwards.

He had tried to warn them.

Now, two lives had been erased.

His grip tightened around the hilt of his blade.

He waited.

The Shore was intelligent.

That made it dangerous.

And he had fought one of this rank before.

Well.

Here comes another nightmare.

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Blood spattered across the floor as something was torn apart.