An Extra’s Rise in an Eroge - Chapter 179

BOOM!

A thunderous explosion tore through the grand hall of the royal museum, shaking the ground beneath their feet. The massive chandeliers overhead swayed violently, their crystal ornaments clinking together in a discordant melody. Dust and smoke billowed into the air, swallowing the once-pristine atmosphere.

For a moment, everything was still.

Then—

Thud. Thud. Thud.

The rhythmic thuds of approaching footsteps shattered the eerie silence, growing heavier, more menacing with each step. The air grew thick with anticipation, every gaze locking onto a single point.

A weathered sign creaked under the sudden tremor, pointing towards the women’s restroom—the source of the footsteps.

Confusion flickered through the crowd, quickly replaced by a deeper, more primal fear. Parents clutched their children tightly, their faces stricken with worry. Some backed away, others stood frozen, paralyzed by the unknown.

“…It’s begun.”

I knew exactly what was happening the moment I heard the explosion.

This was no accident. This was a terror attack—an operation orchestrated by the rebel army.

A wave of frustration surged within me.

Maybe if I had tracked the timeline better, I could’ve been prepared for this.

But no use lamenting now.

Before I could gather my thoughts—

BOOM!

Another explosion. This one wasn’t distant—it was inside the hall.

The walls of the royal museum shattered, stone and glass bursting apart like a crumbling fortress. A shockwave of debris tore through the air, chunks of rubble hurtling toward the bystanders.

The atmosphere shifted in an instant.

“KYAAAA!”

“What the hell is that!?”

Panic spread like wildfire. The visitors—mostly tourists, civilians, and a few low-ranking nobles—screamed and bolted in different directions, their survival instincts overriding all reason.

I snapped into action.

“Stay inside! Don’t go out!” I shouted.

But my words barely registered. They were too panicked to listen.

I clenched my jaw. Outside, I knew only death awaited. The demon contractors had the museum completely surrounded, ensuring no one escaped.

Hearing my warning, Akira raised her hand, ice-blue mana swirling around her fingertips. With a flick of her wrist, a thick wall of solid frost sealed off the main exit, blocking anyone from rushing straight into the massacre outside.

For a moment, there was a brief, fragile calm.

Then—

—KRRRRGHHHHH!!

A monstrous, inhuman screech tore through the air.

Everyone turned.

Lumbering out from the shadows were massive creatures—over nine feet tall, with sinewy muscles stretched over grotesque, chitinous exoskeletons that seemed to absorb light itself.

No eyes.

No hesitation.

Just razor-sharp claws, fanged maws, and an overwhelming bloodlust, their bodies twitching as they sensed vibrations and magic in the air.

“U-Urghh…! W-What the hell is that!?”

“My God, save me!”

A chorus of screams erupted, their panicked voices blending into the storm of chaos.

With the monsters now fully revealed, the situation spiraled further into madness. Visitors ran blindly, desperation overriding all reason as they scrambled for any possible escape.

‘Abyssal Devourers.’

The name flashed through my mind as I recognized the high-intermediate rank monsters wreaking havoc.

These abominations were the result of horrific human experimentation—a mutation of giants and orcs, merging the raw strength and resilience of both. Faster. Deadlier. Unrelenting.

But they had a fatal flaw—no intelligence, no vision. Only instinct.

That made them the perfect weapons for sowing destruction.

I knew them from the game. These demonic beasts shouldn’t exist here. They were native to the borders of hell, nowhere near a human city.

And yet…

These fanatics actually sacrificed their own lives to summon them here.

That was how insane these demon contractors were.

A single high-intermediate rank monster wouldn’t normally be an issue for the royal guards stationed in the museum.

But there wasn’t just one.

Before anyone could register it, their numbers multiplied.

Before anyone could react, the museum was overrun.

Fifty.

At least fifty of these monsters now stalked the hall, their sheer presence drowning out the defenders. The more Abyssal Devourers appeared, the fewer demon contractors remained—their very life force burned away as fuel for the summoning.

That was their trade-off.

They were willing to die to unleash this hell.

“Calm down! The royal guards are here!”

“No harm will come to anyone, stay calm!”

The guards sprang into action, their steel gleaming under the flickering lights.

One soldier, face set with grim determination, lunged forward, driving his spear deep into one of the creatures.

For a brief second, there was a tense silence.

A flicker of hope.

Then—

SHRRRK!

The Abyssal Devourer grabbed the same spear impaling its chest—and yanked the soldier in.

CRUNCH.

A sickening, wet sound echoed through the museum as its massive jaws clamped down—biting his head clean off.

“ARGHHH!!”

“HOEK!!”

Screams of agony and horror filled the air as blood splattered across the marble floor.

Worse yet—

The creature’s wound, the deep stab wound that should’ve slowed it down, began closing up before their eyes.

Rapid regeneration.

An inherited trait from the orcs.

This wasn’t just a massacre.

This was absolute carnage.

As I took in the chaotic battlefield, calculations ran through my mind.

Reinforcements would arrive within five minutes.

The royal guards had undoubtedly already alerted the higher-ups. And considering this was the capital—where powerful individuals gathered for various reasons—it wouldn’t take long for elite knights or mages to step in.

At most, these Abyssal Devourers would rampage for five minutes before being overwhelmed.

Even factoring in the demonic monsters stationed outside, the entire attack would be neutralized within fifteen minutes tops.

But that wasn’t the problem.

In those five minutes, hundreds of people would die.

The collateral damage would be staggering, and worse—this attack, happening right in the heart of the empire, would shake the public’s faith in the royal family’s strength.

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But that was the empire’s problem.

I had different things to do.

CLANG—!

A sharp, metallic sound cut through the chaos.

A sudden flash of steel.

Alex Stale had stepped forward, his sword clashing against the monstrous claws of an Abyssal Devourer.

Sparks flew.

The monster’s claws were so thick and dense that the impact rang out like steel striking steel.

“Students who can fight, step forward! Those who can’t, get to the back—NOW!”

Professor Samantha’s authoritative voice cut through the chaos. She stood at the frontlines, sword in hand, her aura flaring like a green wildfire.

In a blur of motion, she lunged forward, her blade slicing clean through a monster just as it was about to crush a terrified mother and child.

She wasn’t alone.

Nadia seamlessly cast three spells at the same time. The incantations filled the air, as curses rained down upon the monsters, hindering their movements.

Shackles. Deprive. Sleep

She wasn’t done yet, showing off his mastery at dark arts and curses, Nadia cast a barrage of curse spells, relentless and unyielding, striking the monsters, further impeding their advance.

“Ice Spears!”

A volley of razor-sharp icicles impaled the creatures mid-charge. Akira stepped forward, her frost magic freezing the ground beneath the enemy, slowing their advance.

“Fireball!”

An explosion engulfed a monster, sending it sprawling backward before it could rip apart a helpless visitor.

“These things are disgusting!” Cassandra grimaced, her staff raised high as multiple fireballs swirled around her, ready to strike at her command.

Then, whizz—whizz—whizz!

Arrows rained down, piercing through the creatures with uncanny precision.

At the source stood Nyra, the elven princess, her spirit bow glowing with a vibrant green aura, her posture unshaken, graceful, and deadly.

Luna, who had been right beside me just moments ago, was now in the thick of battle, holding back a monster with surging water magic.

Alex had already slashed through one creature, its body dissipating into ash, and was now rushing toward another, his blade gleaming under the flickering lights.

On the other side of the battlefield, Eveline and Esmeralda were working tirelessly, golden light radiating from their hands as they healed the wounded. I caught a glimpse of Kaela, weaving through the battlefield with fluid agility, dodging monstrous swipes and striking with surgical precision.

With each passing second, the students of Arcane Academy stepped forward, unsheathing weapons, chanting spells, and joining the fray. These weren’t ordinary freshmen—they were the best of the best.

The once-terrified visitors, huddled behind the royal guards, began to feel a glimmer of hope as the relentless Abyssal Devourers were slowly but surely pushed back.

Chaos consumed the grand hall. The museum—once a place of history—had turned into a battlefield, the air thick with the clash of steel, bursts of magic, and guttural roars of monsters.

At the frontlines, Professor Samantha led the charge, cutting through the creatures with precision and raw power, her aura-infused blade carving through chitinous flesh like paper.

Among the students, several stood out.

Princess Nyra, elegant and deadly, seamlessly switched between her spirit bow and rapier, striking with unerring accuracy and lethal finesse.

Kaela, on the other hand, was a force of nature. Fists against monsters. No weapons. Just raw power. Each punch shattered Abyssals like brittle clay, her movements a blur of destruction.

And then there was Alex.

Despite being only fifteen, his swordplay was masterful, each strike precise, calculated, lethal. His blade danced through the battlefield, cutting down foes as if it were second nature.

He’s grown a lot since our first duel.

Looks like he really needed that reality check.