Transmigrated as an Extra: Awakening of The Ex‐Class'-Chapter 66 : Haunted building part 4

I didn’t know what was happening, a torrent of pessimistic thoughts were invading my mind, taking over every corner of my rationality. Anxiety grew with every second, like a hungry monster, devouring my strength. Darkness consumed me, and with it, the feeling of losing control, of crumbling into the abyss. Suddenly, in the middle of that nothingness, something persisted. It wasn’t a thought, it wasn’t a feeling. It was something deeper, something I couldn’t name. Like a small but indomitable spark, that refused to be extinguished. It was a voice that, without saying a word, constantly whispered to me: "Get up." A voice that didn’t let me give up, that clung to me like a beacon in the middle of the storm.

I don’t know how long I spent like that, floating in nothingness, between broken fragments of myself. But, somehow, that spark began to grow. Reminding me who I was, telling me that there was something beyond this, something real. And tangible, though I couldn’t see it, or feel it, or fully understand it. I just knew it was there, waiting, lingering. And with that certainty, I began to fight.

I don’t know how I did it. There was no body to move, no voice to emit, but somehow, I forced myself to focus on that spark, to feed it with my will. And then, something changed. The darkness began to recede, as if it were fading away. I could see the edges, I saw the world around me rebuild itself, piece by piece, like a puzzle slowly finding its place. My senses returned, one by one. First touch: the coldness of the ground beneath my feet, the rough texture of the surface. Then hearing: my labored breathing, the beating of my heart that seemed to resonate throughout my being. Finally, vision: the world taking shape before my eyes. Everything became clear. And with it, the certainty that it was still there, still existed. ƒгeewёbnovel.com

When I opened my eyes. I was back in the living room, but something had changed. The reddish light that had previously disturbed me now seemed warm, perhaps welcoming, as if it were welcoming me back to reality. The first-year juniors were still there, their eyes closed, trapped in their own world, locked in their own illusions. I tried to wake them up, shaking them, yelling at them. But they didn’t respond. Since I couldn’t do anything at the moment, my intuition told me that if I solved this, they would wake up, with no other option. I turned to the back of the room, where a door, strange and different from all the ones I had seen while advancing, stood imposing in the darkness. It was like a whisper in the middle of the chaos, a clue, an opportunity. Without hesitation, I headed towards it, driven by a force that I didn’t understand, but that I knew was guiding me.

When I slid the door open, I felt a shudder run through my entire body. It was like when I had gone through the dungeon, but this time the sensation was more intense, deeper. My mind understood it instantly: I was entering a "Domain." A space separated from reality, an exclusive realm that only transcendental beings could access.

My nerves were on edge. I took a deep breath, my heart pounding, but I kept going. I looked up, in the center, rising on a pedestal of black stone, was a throne. It was not just any throne; it was a masterpiece of ancient architecture, carved with intricate designs that seemed to tell a story of epic battles and immemorial sacrifices. Its strong, almost defiant presence forced me to advance cautiously, my steps echoing on the black marble floor, but as I approached, something changed. An invisible pressure seemed to surround me, as if the atmosphere itself was alive, watching me, measuring my worth.

Arriving in front of the throne, I reached out my hand almost without thinking, as if an external force was guiding my movements. The moment my fingers touched the cold surface of the throne, a shudder ran through my entire body. The throne came to life, lighting up with a blinding glow that filled the domain with red light. The runes on the ground began to spin, forming complex patterns that seemed to contain ancient energy.

Thummm!

Suddenly, a searing heat ran through my arm, ascending to my chest. It was a sharp pain, as if an invisible flame had embedded itself in my being, burning my flesh and my memories at the same time.

Thummm!

The sound of a deep heartbeat resonated within me. With each pulse, a wave of unknown memories invaded my mind. Visions of ancient battles, wars lost in time, unfolded before my eyes. I could see them, live them as if they were an extension of myself, as if those moments, those lives, were part of my very being.

"Ahh..ah" Agonizing pain ran through my body, but I endured it. The images kept flowing: war, glory, sacrifice. Each beat carried a heritage, I knew it immediately, it was part of my lineage, of the lives that lived before me. And in the midst of that storm of memories, a voice echoed in my mind, grave and solemn.

『To my descendant, I hope you can fulfill my greatest dream』.

The words resonated in my being, loaded with a weight that I could not ignore. I felt like an unknown power was merging with my essence, as if it were granting me a legacy that perhaps had waited centuries. But with that power came a sense of responsibility. The pain in my chest intensified, and my vision blurred. I fell to my knees, unable to bear it.

Before I lost consciousness, my eyes caught sight of runes scattered on the ground, lining up in a pattern I instinctively recognized: the North Star. A chill ran down my spine as a whisper escaped my lips, uttering its name. At that very moment, the runes came to life, glowing with an intense light before launching themselves towards me, embedding themselves in my chest as if they were part of my own skin.

A wave of scorching heat began to spread through every corner of my body.

"Argg..." A gasp erupted from my throat, unable to contain the pain that consumed me. My eyelids, heavy as lead, gave way immediately.

The last image my eyes captured was that of the throne, that imposing symbol, crumbling, and collapsing in a dull rumble, as if the world itself was falling around me.

And then, I lost consciousness.