Dawn Of Legend:Rise Of An Extra



Lucas who was deeply submerged in his unending fleeting emotions of self doubt was forced to wake by a hot warm energy enveloping him.

Soon the horrific scenario was torn away by a white light and coming to his senses, Lucas caught sight of the glowing ring in the forefinger of his right hand.

His back was drenched in a cold sweat thinking about the scenario he had just done through now.

He thought he could wake up from it easily but he was drowned in the sinking feeling of uneasiness which let him uncover his biggest fear.

"My mental strength. Is it too weak?"

"Other transmigrators' mentality is so strong and even if they are affected their system wakes them up, but in the case of mine…"

Lucas sighed inwardly.

If he hadn't this ring, only God knows what would have happened.

If you were caught in such a scene, getting out is easier said than done until you can overcome that knot.

The only thing that could affect him now was the thought that everything he had worked hard for would one day disappear and waking up, he may find himself in a white bed in a hospital after that train accident.

This feeling of your efforts being discarded as futile really stings the heart.

KRRRRRRRR!

SCRRRRRRR!

Brutal howls similar to that of bestial roar came up from behind him.

Lucas turned around to see a huge number of undeads making their way and also caught sight of frozen students caught up in the illusion and going through a scene that affected their minds.

"Frederick seems to be better. The illusion seems to be cast over three steps. So, he will be out soon."

"These undeads seem to be guarding us instead of fighting as if wanting to prevent us from going further down the lane. What are they going..."

Upon turning his head, a scene that struck deep in his heart reflected in his vision.

His throat became dry and a chill ran down the depth of his spine.

In his sight, a colossal skeleton's hands thrust out from the ground.

The edges of the hands had sharp tips which encased many hands. At the top of it, a silhouette of a woman came into his view.

Her bloody-stained lips were trembling and her body was convulsing with agony. Her abdomen had a bloody cut and both her shoulders had been pierced with a sharp bone.

Despite this, she gritted her teeth, freezing the huge skeleton structure and hitting it, breaking it into a small ice mass.

As soon as the impaled skeleton structure was broken, she crashed onto the ground with a thud.

The image of the cold and prideful Goddess that people admired was nowhere to be seen, rather a disheveled lonely woman fighting for everyone's safety and giving her all in a pitiful state was laid bare in front of his eyes.

As if the whole scene was just a lie, Lucas closed his eyes and turned around ignoring his screaming heart and trembling body.

"I should move to the safe zone. It's dangerous."

Lucas had hardly taken a step when a headache severest of all compared to the previous time assaulted him making his vision blurry.

"Ahhhhh!"

He let out a disgruntled voice due to a sudden influx of pain making his vision flurry and made him clutch his head while feeling like several detonating bombs seemed to be exploding one after another in his mind.

"It hurts."

"What is wrong with me?"

His head seemed light and his thoughts were running wild.

There seemed to be many bugs crawling around the top of his head, and his stomach was churning.

Suddenly, Lucas's whole body burst out with a terrifying aura.

Taking a step that cracked the ground, turning around his body contrary to his will, he shot towards the horde of undead bravely with a stoic expression while screaming inwardly.

'What fuck?! Why am I going there?!'

'What is going on?!'

'Who is controlling my body?!'

'Ahhhhhhh!'

His voice of doubts was suppressed forcefully by the strong emotion of anger.

His mind screamed saying this was a mistake. 

A mistake that is going to cost his life but his heart was beating wild and shut everything as if signaling that he will regret it for the rest of his life if he doesn't make a move.

The feeling of losing something precious started to cloud his mind.

His heart seemed to wrench in pain as if someone was tearing through his heart.

"I have lost once, there isn't gonna be a second time."

A sentence unknown to him emerged from his lips.

The undead ghouls noticed a person charging towards them and let out an eerie laughter that frightened one's heart.

Lucas' pupil concentrated and everything around ceased except for the undead.

The ghouls closed in with a blurring speed.

Lucas' eyes couldn't follow the huge amount of undead surrounding him but he didn't need to follow it anyway as he could sense the attacks coming at him.

Instantly, Lucas spun around raising his sword to deflect the incoming blow.

The ghouls' perilous claws inched closer to Lucas's neck, biting into his flesh and in an instant, several claws dug into Lucas's body making many blood holes.

SQSSSH!

However, much to the ghoul's surprise, they witnessed that the thing they killed was an afterimage.

They turned their heads to look but it was too late.

A red solid line was drawn over the horizon illuminating the place.

Swish!

The time ceased for a moment along with the ghouls' movement which became stiff as statute. An instant later, the ghouls let out a shriek, and then the upper halves of the ghouls targeting Lucas were abruptly split apart.

Blood flames erupted from the cut part and swallowed the ghouls without giving them a chance to get back.

Meanwhile, Lucas had already passed through them.

Lucas stretched out his hand.

The air above Lucas started to condense.

The faint mist started to aggregate and soon a ray of ice spikes started to appear.

BOOM!BOOM!BOOM!BOOM!BOOM!

Carried by gravity, the ice spike with increased momentum crashed into the frenzy of ghouls blasting them away.

The ghouls who were at the front were impaled by sharp shards of ice that tore down their bodies.

Unfortunately, this wasn't enough to drag them down unless they were attacked with blessed weapons or holy attack, one couldn't contain them.

Lucas can only injure them to slow them and deal with them personally with his weapon.

Like a frock of wolves jumping on prey, the undead jumped on Lucas trying to dominate Lucas and pin him down.

The air was heavy with a stench of decay and the faint moans of grievance of ghouls echoed.

From the wriggling shadows emerged a huge horde of restless ghouls,their rotting flesh hanging loose from emaciated frames, eyes gleaming with malevolent hunger, broken jaws and wide-opened mouths letting out a rotten breath of resentment.

They closed in on Lucas with the nails of their fingers stretched wide glistening the rays of light.

BANG!

SCRATCH!

With a step, the ground underneath Lucas cracked. A crimson ray of light flickered as Lucas drew his gleaming blade, displaying countless timeless scratch marks in the air tearing everything apart the moment it was touched.

Unfazed by the brutality of getting slaughtered, the ghouls lunged forward, their eerie chorus of hides and growls filled the place drawing attention.

"Stand aside!"

A scream erupted from his lips.

In a breathtaking display of skill, Lucas spun around and slashed harder.

His blade cut through countless times.

Each swing formed a step of the dance of death, a deadly waltz that left a trail of severed limbs and decaying corpses.

Limbs and heads rolled across the place.

SLASH!SLASH!SLASH!

As if being possessed by a maniac, Lucas' relentless swing became faster and harder.

A crimson aura resembling that of blood surged from Lucas's body and exploded creating fierce gales.

His black hair seemed to be tainted with crimson colour, and his pupil dilated with a red glint surrounding the golden pupil.

His blood seemed to be boiling and his body seemed to be filled with vitality and so much strength that seemed to be surging with power.

A miraculous effect as if something inside him similar to the Berserker bloodline seemed to influence him.

Seeing a huge crowd blocking him, he gripped the hilt of his sword tightly. The crimson aura surging from his body condensed around his sword.

As if a switch had been pressed, Mana Devour activated and it was devouring the mana around the vicinity.

The intense coagulation and condensation to the point that lightning flickers started to emerge from it.

With a solid step, he arched and twisted his body. All the muscles of his body contracted to the maximum. Summoning every ounce of strength as if this were his final attack that may decide life and death, Lucas snapped his hands jerking them like a whip, propelling the sword forward.

The moment the sword left his hand, a bursting sound as if something split apart echoed.

BOOM!

The sound barrier seemed to be shaken like shattered glass and a shock wave overturned the land sweeping the dust and the sword containing a burst of magical energy hurled forward like artillery. 

BOOM!BOOM!BOOM!

The sword left a path of destruction clearing away the trail of ghouls that stood forward.

The ghouls standing on the path were obliterated and decimated into nothingness.

Lucas paced forward through the clear trail but just as he moved out, all of his hair stood up and from the corner of his eyes, he noticed a sharp beam of light hurling towards him 

Lucas reacted instantly and twisted his foot, to draw his body aside. He had hardly moved aside when the beam pierced through his left chest leaving a gaping hole.

"Gawkk!"

Coughing blood, Lucas' body shot back sliding against the ground and making his vision dark for a split second.

The beam passing through his body struck behind creating a small explosion.

The dust and pieces of pebbles rose and hit Lucas Pilling over it.