Extra's Perfect Ending

Chapter 144: Break through

He didn’t have it with him right now, but he had an inkling.

"Are you friends with Riche?"

"You know him?" Lola asked, his eyes full of curiosity. "He’s just a lost lamb. He didn’t follow God for the cause, only for power. I discarded him when the opportunity came."

"Aren’t you sad? He got imprisoned by the church because of you. Doesn’t that bother you?" Reeva tried appealing to the man, thinking maybe, just maybe, talking could get him out of this dangerous situation—like in the novels and stories he read.

"Do I look sad to you, Penu? I’m more than willing to discard him. In the end, we will all be reunited with God when everything returns to darkness."

Reality was not as convenient as fiction. With his demon hand, Reeva decided to punch through the invisible barrier. Since it was constructed from mystic power, he could tear through it. The opposing forces canceled each other out, and his arm pierced through.

"You’ve got imbue-type powers?"

Reeva didn’t bother answering. Instead, he used his other hand to widen the hole. Hilda, seeing the opportunity, threw her knife through the gap. Aiming directly at Lola, the blade flew with lethal speed, catching the cult member off guard—he never expected anyone to break the barrier.

The knife sliced into his shoulder. Had he not moved, it would have cut him clean through the neck.

"You people…"

Before he could finish, the pain started to spread through his body, like fire burning across his shoulder. He screamed, clutching the knife, and yanked it out, somehow managing to stay conscious despite the excruciating pain.

Reeva held onto the breach in the barrier. The mystic force constructing it wasn’t natural, it didn’t dissipate after contact with the outside world. That meant one of two things, either it had a special property, or this whole room was inside something—or someone.

Looking around, something caught his eye. From the altar’s elevated position, the ceiling came into view, and there it was—a writhing, white fleshy tentacle spread across the whole ceiling.

He’s turning this place into an organ of the White Demon!?

A horrifying thought raced through Reeva’s mind. He had to stop this, and fast. With no time to lose, he widened the hole further and dove in. His demon body, already imbued with mystic energy, strained as he pushed through, almost tearing apart from the sheer force of his desperate action.

"You’ve made a grave mistake, my friend. In this place, I am with my god."

The moment Lola uttered those words, he thrust his hand forward at Reeva, though it never touched him. Yet, Reeva’s body was shoved backward, as if by an invisible force. He couldn’t see it—he was still holding back his mystic power from reaching his head—but he knew this was a raw mystic force at play.

The ritual to summon the void being was halfway complete. Reeva could barely move his body, but he heard Hilda’s muffled scream from beyond the invisible wall. She threw her knives at the barrier, desperate to get inside, but it was futile.

The moment that her power came into contact with the barrier it breaks a bit. But her damage was minimal and the place that she broke was filled within seconds.

The formless mystic energy exerted enough force to keep her at bay, making it impossible for her to enter. Unlike Reeva, who had managed to push through only by exerting most of his mystic power, Hilda was unable to break through with brute strength alone. Her mystic output is simply inferior to Reeva’s demon body.

The power radiating from the altar was overwhelming, and the black painting on the stand shook as though mocking him. The last step to manifesting the White Demon was nearing, and Reeva knew time was running out.

But then, Hilda’s breath quickened, her face twisted in pain, and her entire body began to redden. Her mystic power ran wild, and her skin cracked as if it couldn’t contain the force surging within. Blood seeped through her skin, soaking her maid uniform, her teeth gritted against the agony coursing through her veins.

"Grrr…"

It felt as though a million worms were crawling beneath her skin. She watched Reeva’s transformations before, learning from him, and now, for the first time, she was attempting her own. Her body shifted, turning red as her hands sprouted claws, fusing into grotesque, sharp extensions. The pain was unbearable, but Hilda pressed on. Her claw made the first move.

Bang!

With a primal scream, her newly formed claws tore through the invisible barrier, shredding it as if it were brittle wood. It wasn’t smooth—it never could be—but it got the job done. Her third-circle mystic body had more resilience than Reeva’s, her transformation stretching her frame, giving her a monstrous, lean height.

Her face remained intact, protected by the coldness she channeled to keep her mind. But even with her experience, controlling that raw, unrestrained mystic power was far more difficult than she had imagined. Blood dripped from her hands, creating a horrifying spectacle as she pushed through the barrier.

Broken but not dead, the barrier quickly reformed again denying her access to the place. At that moment she felt instinctively that she could control the blood that seeped from her body. She commands that power to assault the barrier.

The blood formed a sphere around them, its crimson tendrils swirling and clashing with the mystic barrier. Two forces locked in an endless, brutal struggle for dominance.

Lola grunted in pain and disbelief, his once calm demeanor cracking. His control over the barrier was faltering, his ritual delayed by Reeva and Hilda’s interference. His control was split between holding Reeva in place and defending Hilda from coming in.

Fighting two of such monsters would be a death sentence for him. He didn’t think they would sacrifice their lives to interrupt his ritual. Most people would think of such action because they wouldn’t want to die a monster.

"You… you’ve forced me to do this!"

Lola shouted, extending his hand toward the trembling black picture. The air around it stirred, and the whole room felt like it was on the verge of collapse. The picture star making a move.