Extra's Perfect Ending

Chapter 157: Look at them

Reeva hurried up the altar as fast as he could. The only thing that could potentially stop the priests was Hilda transforming back into her human form. If that happened, they wouldn’t need divine judgment, though they’d still likely be captured.

Reeva chose this path because at least they’d survive—and not be obliterated by divine judgment.

Down below, Theia summoned the turtle into her palm. Its eyes opened, locking onto the group of priests casting their spell. True to its nature, the turtle froze the priests in place. Onia and Brent, along with the group of frozen priests, were equally shocked by what had just happened.

They quickly realized how powerful Theia’s abilities really were.

"Theia, what is...?"

Onia began to question her, but she stopped when she saw how focused Theia was on controlling the turtle.

Brent, watching from the side, appeared more intrigued than Theia’s sister. He remained silent, observing.

The room felt eerily still. The only sound was the steady dripping of blood from the ceiling and from the altar where Reeva climbed. Theia held onto her power with everything she had, channeling every ounce of her strength into maintaining control.

The mystic force building inside the divine artifact began to halt. In that moment, Theia’s power felt absolute, and even the priests seemed fearful. But holding everything at bay was taking a severe toll on her.

Exhaustion set in almost immediately after she cast the spell. She was trying to stop too many things at once: the priests, the blood, and the mystic energy pouring from the divine artifact. She knew she couldn’t hold them all back for much longer.

Reeva pushed forward, ascending the stairs to reach Hilda. But she seemed determined to keep him away. The blood pouring down was heavier than before—where he stood, it was like battling a waterfall.

If not for the divine barrier protecting him, Reeva would’ve been in agony by now. Even the priest beside him was struggling under the pressure. The divine domain offered them some protection, but it was limited.

The priest’s faith was beginning to waver, and the divine artifact ran on faith. The closer they got to Hilda, the weaker the artifact’s power became. Reeva gritted his teeth and pushed harder. Theia was holding off the priests for them—he had to do better.

Blood was everywhere, the barrier growing weaker and weaker as Reeva closed in on Hilda’s position. The glob of flesh on the altar expanded, making it easier for him to reach. Holding his breath, he finally reached the altar just in time.

The priest’s barrier faltered, his faith crumbling. It shattered into a million pieces, and the pain from the blood surged through their bodies. The priest immediately succumbed, passing out, but Reeva held on.

It hurt like hell, but it was bearable—for him, at least. He knew Hilda’s power worked on the principle that she had to feel the pain tenfold to channel it back. That meant she was constantly suffering in that form.

Reeva hated that fact. He despised pain. A happy demon like him just wanted to feel joy. Turning Hilda back would be part of his happiness. His hand touched the grotesque flesh, and he could feel the warmth of it, even from something so brutal.

At that moment, he activated his power. The mystic force within him stirred, and he paid the price for it—turning others’ mystic energy into happiness drained him. His stomach churned, not because he’d eaten too much, but because using his power left him ravenous. Reeva smiled. The price was a bit steep, but nothing he couldn’t handle, not while he had [Experiment].

As long as he was alive, he could use this power as much as he liked. His stomach growled, but he continued, transforming the mystic force of blood into his happiness. The influx of energy surged through him, and Reeva quickly pushed it out of his body, turning it into coldness.

But it wasn’t enough. He could sense a whole lake of mystic energy still needing to be converted. He needed to use his power more.

And so, he did. Over and over, Reeva activated his ability, reducing Hilda’s mystic force little by little each time.

The room trembled as the blood pool receded toward the altar, trying to fuel the demon with its mystic energy. But it was too much. The energy required was more than it could supply as Reeva relentlessly turned it into happiness.

The grotesque mass of flesh began to shrink, revealing Hilda’s form—her white demon body slowly emerging, just as he had foreseen. No mouth, no face, just a vague outline of who she was. But Reeva wasn’t done yet. He needed more.

He needed Hilda back—the cold maid who always had his back, no matter what. The woman who had helped him the moment he entered this world.

He still remembered the warmth he felt from her face the first time he woke up.

He had to bring her back.

His body grew weaker as the blood continued its assault, trying to halt his efforts. But Reeva didn’t care anymore. He felt the pain, yes, but he also felt the happiness—both from his mystic force and from the depths of his heart. At least he could do this much for Hilda.

With one final cry, the blood tendrils lashed out at him, but Reeva’s resolve was stronger than any force they could muster.

The mystic energy couldn’t hold the demon form any longer. It all dissolved into happiness, filling the room with a yellow fog. When it cleared, the only thing left on the altar was Reeva, holding Hilda in his arms.

On HIlda’s side of things, she only felt like a bad dream, she felt a constant pain when he was in her demon form but all of that suddenly stopped.

Her eyelids were heavy, but she forced them open, catching a glimpse of a familiar face.

"Welcome back," Reeva whispered. His voice shaking.