The Cursed Extra: Bloodline of Sacrifice-Chapter 136: A Team Worth Choosing

Caspian moved towards Darian.

Darian sat alone on a bench, arms crossed.

Caspian stopped in front of him. "Darian, join my team."

Darian barely looked up. "Thanks for the offer but I'm already in Oliver's team."

Caspian's expression didn't change, but inwardly, he was caught off guard.

Oliver's team?

He hadn't expected Darian to actively join anyone. And more than that—Oliver's team was stacked.

Darian must have noticed his reaction because he added, "Yeah. It's me, Oliver, Raidon, Marin, and Zexin."

Caspian exhaled. That wasn't just a strong team. That was an elite team.

Oliver was one of the strongest swordsmen in the class. Raidon specialized in lightning magic, fast and precise. Marin had an unpredictable fighting style that made her a wild card, and Zexin… that guy had a unique form of spatial magic that could make any fight a nightmare for opponents.

A team of five aces.

Caspian folded his arms. "Didn't expect you to team up with anyone."

Darian gave a slight shrug. "Neither did I. But Oliver approached me first, and it made sense. If we're stuck in teams for the whole year, I might as well be in one that doesn't drag me down."

Caspian could respect that logic.

Darian continued, "If you're looking for a team, pick one that matches your level. There are at least thirty students here who are on par with us. And also A-section students are already forming teams of eight just to keep up."

That caught Caspian's attention. "A-section?"

Darian nodded. "Yes they are forming team of 8 students to match with S class."

Caspian glanced around.

'All students mostly weren't here to learn.' Caspian thought.

They were here to win.

"Well, it's your choice," Darian said as he stood up. "But if you don't pick carefully, you're going to end up carrying dead weight."

Caspian watched as Darian walked away, his words lingering in the air.

He needed a team. But not just any team.

His mind flickered through the students he knew:

Vynesaa And Fianna team. Strong, reliable, but joining an all-girls team? He'd never survive that dynamic.

And also it impossible to get leader position there.

That's left him with two options.

Lyrius.

Calenthir.

And

Vera Advent. One of the sharpest minds in the class, someone who could actually plan and adapt.

That was four. He needed one more.

His eyes swept the hall, searching. One last person.

he had to be special.

Someone strong.

...

[Academy Training Grounds – Noon]

The academy buzzed with activity.

Caspian had already made his decision for most of his team.

Lyrius, Calenthir, and Vera Advent. Each of them had potential. Not the strongest yet, but they would grow into monsters.

But he needed one more.

Someone truly exceptional.

And there was one name that stood above the rest.

Kairos Velheim.

A noble from the Duke House. one of the most powerful families in the empire.

Known for their ancient bloodline and their connection to the celestial unknown.

Kairos had followers. Loyal ones. His team was already formed, with nobles who had pledged allegiance to his family long ago.

And yet… Caspian had to take the risk.

He spotted Kairos standing in the shade of a marble pavilion, . A group of three stood by his side.

Caspian could see it already.

A powerful team. But not the right one for him.

Kairos wasn't like the others. There was something about him—something no one else could see.

Taking a breath, Caspian adjusted his coat and strode forward.

All conversations in the group ceased as he approached.

Kairos turned, his deep emerald eyes meeting Caspian's.

Silence.

Then, a smirk. "caspian, What brings you here?"

Caspian met his gaze, unfazed. "Join my team."

The air around them grew heavy.

His retainers exchanged glances. Some looked amused. Others, outright offended.

A tall noble with silver hair stepped forward. "Kairos already has a team. Who do you think you are—"

Kairos raised a hand, silencing him. His expression was unreadable.

Then, after a long moment, he laughed.

"Interesting," Kairos said. "You want me to abandon my own people and join yours?"

"Yes." Caspian didn't hesitate.

His retainers stiffened at the blunt answer, but Kairos just tilted his head slightly, intrigued.

"Why?" he asked.

Caspian's voice was steady. "Because your team isn't the right one for you."

Some of his followers bristled, but Kairos held up a hand again. "Go on."

Caspian took a step closer, lowering his voice just enough that only Kairos could hear.

"You're not meant to lead those who will hold you back."

Kairos's smirk twitched.

Caspian continued. "The moment I saw you, I knew. You don't belong in the noble games of alliances and politics. You belong somewhere greater."

'yes that's all bullshit ' caspian thought.

For the first time, Kairos's smirk faded.

His followers were watching, waiting for his answer.

Then, after a long pause, Kairos exhaled, closing his eyes.

"…Give me a moment."

He turned and walked away.

The nobles looked at each other in confusion, but no one dared to follow him.

Caspian simply waited.

Because he knew. Kairos wasn't thinking alone.

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[Kairos Velheim's POV]

There it was again.

The world around him faded as he stepped away from the crowd. His vision blurred, shifting into something beyond human sight.

Then, from the sky, it descended.

The celestial monster.

It was massive—wings stretching beyond the horizon, eyes that burned like dying stars, its form shifting between existence and nothingness.

It had been with him since childhood.

Watching. Whispering. Guiding.

And now, it spoke again.

"Join him."

Kairos clenched his fists. "Why?"

The monster's many eyes blinked in unison. "You see the future, yet you ask?"

Kairos's breath was steady. He could feel it—something about Caspian was different.

Something unknowable.

His retainers were strong, but they were bound by blood, duty, and expectations. Caspian was different. He moved outside the script.

Kairos exhaled.

The monster loomed closer, whispering directly into his soul. "He will survive."

Kairos's pulse quickened.

"He will stand when others fall."

The celestial being's voice rumbled through his very bones.

"Follow him, or be left behind."

Kairos snapped back to reality.

His vision cleared. The pavilion returned, the students still murmuring in the background.

His decision was made.

....

[Back to Caspian's POV]

Kairos returned after a minute, expression unreadable.

His retainers looked at him, waiting.

He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "I'm leaving."

Their reactions were immediate.

"What?!"

"You can't be serious."

"Kairos, you don't need—"

He held up a hand, silencing them. "This is my choice."

The nobles looked furious but didn't argue further.

Kairos turned to Caspian, hands in his pockets. "…You win. I'll join your team."

Caspian's lips curved into a small smile. "Good choice."

Kairos sighed. "You better not make me regret it."

Caspian turned, walking toward the training hall. "Then try to keep up."

Kairos chuckled, shaking his head before following.

And just like that…

The final piece was in place.

...

Caspian (Leader) .

Kairos Velheim – The noble of the Duke House of Velheim, with a connection to the celestial unknown.

Lyrius – Balanced fighter, steady growth.

Calenthir – Reliable magic user, strong fundamentals.

Vera Advent – The strategist, ensuring we always stay ahead.

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Caspian sat at his desk, quill in hand, the soft glow of the light casting. The air was still, the only sound being the quiet scratch of ink against parchment.

It had become a habit. Every night before he slept, he wrote.

Not because he enjoyed it.

Not because he wanted to reflect on his life.

But because one day… he might forget.

He exhaled, flipping through the pages of his diary.

Some entries were detailed, carefully written—maps of power struggles, names of individuals he needed to remember, theories about the future.

Others were simple.

"Don't trust too easily."

"My family is Arcwright but don't go near them"

"Go to Arianna Syvalis if something happens."

"Memory of the Fallen has risks I still don't understand."

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His handwriting remained steady, though the weight of his thoughts pressed heavily against him.

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[Entry: Today]

"I still don't remember everything. The novel… I only read up until a certain point. The plot was still forming. But I know the direction it was heading."

"First, a war with the Monarchs."

"Then, a war with the Constellations."

"I don't know how many Monarchs exist. I only remember two by name."

"That means there could be more. A lot more."

"I don't know how this story ends. I don't even know if this world follows the same path anymore. But if there's one thing I do know, it's that a storm is coming."

"And I refuse to be weak when it arrives."

Caspian sighed, placing the quill back in its holder.

He closed the diary and pressed a hand over it, activating his void storage. The book shimmered for a brief second before vanishing into the pocket dimension, hidden from the world.

Safe.

Just in case… one day, he might sacrifice his memories.

He leaned back in his chair, eyes drifting toward the ceiling.

He needed to get stronger.

Fast.

And to do that, he needed to build something that no war, no Monarch, no Constellation could break—