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The Extra Who Stole the Hero's System-Chapter 48: Path Ahead
The world swam in and out of focus, a dizzying blend of pain and muffled voices. I felt hands on me, gentle yet firm, lifting my body. The scent of blood, my own and Lord Sapphire’s, was thick in the air. I kept my eyes squeezed shut, my breathing shallow, maintaining the illusion of unconsciousness.
I felt the jarring motion of being carried, then the soft give of a mattress as I was gently laid down. The familiar scent of my room, of polished wood and faint lavender, filled my nostrils. A wave of profound relief washed over me. I was safe. For now. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢
Hours blurred into a hazy memory of hushed voices, the gentle touch of cool cloths, and the sharp sting of antiseptics. I remained still, feigning a deep, pain-induced unconsciousness, even as skilled hands cleaned my self-inflicted wounds. The cut on my elbow was deep, a throbbing agony, but the long gash across my chest was thankfully superficial, designed for show rather than severe damage. They bandaged me with practiced efficiency, wrapping my arm tightly, securing the dressing on my chest. I heard the Chief Doctor’s grave pronouncements about my "shock" and "collapse," It was all part of the script now, a new narrative woven around my survival.
When I finally opened my eyes, the room was dim, bathed in the soft glow of a bedside lantern. A maid sat quietly in a chair, dozing off. My body ached, a dull, persistent throb from my wounds, but the immediate danger had passed. I was alive. And I was in my room, safe within the manor, for the moment.
The next few days were a blur of quiet recovery. Meals were brought to my room, light broths and soft bread. Maids would check on me periodically, changing my bandages, their faces etched with a mixture of sympathy and quiet awe at my supposed ordeal.
Lady Sapphire visited often, her eyes still red-rimmed, her touch gentle but distant. She would sit by my bed, murmuring soft words of comfort, her grief for Lord Sapphire palpable, her worry for Evelina, as she still lay unconscious , was a constant burden.
Luminous, too, would visit, his usual playful energy subdued. He would sit on the edge of my bed, clutching a handful of nuts, his small face etched with a sadness that twisted my gut. He would talk about Evelina, about how she was still sleeping, about how he missed Father. I would offer quiet reassurances, playing the part of the recovering, traumatized adopted son. It was a constant performance, a tightrope walk between genuine empathy and calculated deception.
The manor itself was steeped in a heavy silence. Lord Sapphire’s death, officially attributed to Republican factions— people who wish to abolish the aristocracy, "when asked of the bodies of the said perpetrators, the household would reply with, their bodies had been quietly removed and disposed of", was a shock that rippled through the household. The guards were on high alert, their presence more visible, their faces grim. The atmosphere was thick with grief and a simmering undercurrent of fear.
During these quiet days, as my body slowly mended, my mind was a whirlwind of thought. Herald. His power and demands. His chilling pronouncement that my world was already ruined. I had to confront the reality of his proposal: becoming his student and him my mentor, he wanted nothing more than my ’special ability’.
I flickered my hand, and the system’s blue screen materialized before me, its blue light a familiar, almost comforting presence in the dim room. I scrolled through the stats, the overrides. The Glitch Coefficient was still the same, the Reality Divergence didn’t increase, that meant lord Sapphire death was actually canon. My Override Points still sat at a comfortable 24.
Being Herald’s apprentice. It was a terrifying prospect, yet undeniably compelling.
On the one hand, the benefits were immense. Herald was a living legend, a master of the blade, a warrior who could effortlessly shatter A-tier artifacts with his bare hand. His training would undoubtedly boost my overall sword skills to an unimaginable degree. My current Strength and Agility, while improved, were still far from his level. I couldn’t always rely on the system’s overrides. Physical prowess, raw combat ability, was a fundamental necessity in this brutal world. If I was going to survive, truly survive, I needed to be able to fight, to protect myself, to stand on my own two feet without constantly relying on a system. Herald could give me that. He could teach me to wield a blade with true mastery, to understand mana not just as a concept, but as a weapon.
He also possessed some knowledge about the cult, about the true threats lurking in this world. Being his apprentice meant access to that information, understanding the enemy, which was crucial for my survival. He knew about the shard crystals. He was a direct pipeline to the main plot, a terrifying but necessary guide. And paradoxically, while Herald himself was a magnet for danger, his sheer power also offered a level of protection against lesser threats. Few would dare cross him, or anyone under his direct tutelage.
But the downsides were equally immense, equally terrifying. Following Herald meant being thrust directly into the heart of the conflict against the Face of Asmodeus, an insidious, ancient cult. This was the exact opposite of my "stay low, survive" strategy. My desire to be an unnoticed extra, to simply live out my days in relative peace, was utterly incompatible with Herald’s crusade. My autonomy, my freedom to choose my own path, would be severely curtailed. He had already stated that I would "work with him whether I like it or not."
And then there was the moral compromise. Herald’s methods were ruthless, brutal. He had just massacred an entire guard detachment, effortlessly beheaded Lord Sapphire. Would I be forced to participate in acts I found morally reprehensible? Would I become a "monster" myself, like the one I had glimpsed in the mirror after killing having my first kill, against the assassin lord Sapphire sent?
My greatest fear, however, remained the system. Herald knew I had "special abilities," but he didn’t know about the Narrative Override Engine. If I became his disciple, if I spent every waking moment with him, would he eventually discover it? And what would he do then? Would he see it as a tool? A threat? A sign of something even more dangerous than the cult? The thought of my ultimate secret being exposed to someone like Herald was a terrifying prospect.
He had said I had no choice. That my world was already ruined. Was he right? Had my very existence, my mere possession of the system, already condemned me to a life of conflict? Had my desire to be an extra, to simply observe, been a naive fantasy from the start?
I thought of Evelina, lying comatose, her dreams shattered. Of Luminous, clinging to his mother, his innocence bruised by grief. Lord Sapphire, for all his darkness, had been their father. His death had left a gaping wound in their lives. And I, the imposter, was now their only male figure of strength, their supposed brother. My promise to Lady Sapphire to take the Sword Knight exam, to bring some semblance of hope back to the family, felt like a heavy burden. Herald needed me in the Academy, for the cult had made a significant appearance there. It seemed my path, whether I liked it or not, was leading directly into the heart of the storm.
I must survive. My primary instinct was self-preservation. But the events of the past weeks, the raw emotions I had witnessed, the guilt I carried – it had all chipped away at my carefully constructed detachment. I was no longer just Alex Miller, the observer. I was fully Kai Lorne, the adopted son of the family, someone who had taken a life, the one who now carried the weight of a family’s shattered dreams.
And Herald, the war hero was offering me the tools to navigate this new, terrifying existence. It was a devil’s bargain, but one I might have no choice but to accept. The Academy awaited. And with it, the cult. And Herald. My unscripted beginning was just that – a beginning. And the path ahead was shrouded in darkness, danger, and an unsettling promise of power.