An Extra’s Rise in an Eroge - Chapter 181

“Arthur, no!” Eveline screamed, struggling to get up.

“That thing will corrupt your mind!”

But it was too late.

Arthur reached forward and gripped the sword’s handle.

The moment his fingers wrapped around it—

A surge of darkness erupted, racing up his arm like a plague, turning his skin ashen-black. His pupils dilated, then turned fully dark, swallowing the whites of his eyes. His heartbeat slowed, his breathing steadied—and an overwhelming presence surged from his body.

Eveline collapsed in hopelessness, watching as her friend was consumed.

The monsters roared in laughter.

“Hah! What a fool!” one of them jeered.

“To pick up the Abyssal Fang with his bare hands—does he want to die?!”

“Even demons don’t dare to wield that cursed sword, let alone a human! Hahahaha!”

But their laughter stopped—

A Few Moments Earlier…

The instant Arthur’s fingers wrapped around the hilt of the Abyssal Fang—

KUGUNG—

A heavy force crashed into his mind like a tidal wave. His vision blurred. His thoughts slowed.

A foreign presence crept into his consciousness, slithering into every corner of his mind like a sinister parasite.

Then—

[Hee hee hee…]

A chilling, high-pitched laughter echoed inside his head.

The world around him distorted.

In the depths of Arthur’s sea of consciousness, a thick black mist oozed from nowhere, swallowing everything in darkness.

From within the mist, a shadowy figure emerged.

Slowly, the ethereal form of a woman materialized, her long, jet-black hair cascading down her back like flowing ink. Her eyes glowed crimson, brimming with malice.

She stretched her arms, taking a deep breath, a sinister smile playing on her lips.

[Ahhh…! The air of the living! It’s been so long! So intoxicating!]

Her eyes snapped to Arthur, and a look of intrigue crossed her face.

[Oh? A little chick?] she mused, stepping closer.

[So you’re the one who woke me up?]

Then her smirk widened into a grin.

[Hahaha! This is perfect!]

[Your body is now mine!]

Without hesitation, she lunged—

Her dark energy surged forward, seeping into Arthur’s very being, aiming to corrupt him, to consume him whole.

But then—

A blinding light burst forth from Arthur’s core.

“What the—?!”

The woman’s confident demeanor shattered.

The darkness she had unleashed was torn apart, the corrupting mist evaporating instantly in the face of the radiant glow.

She staggered back, her expression twisting in horror.

[No…! No, no, NO!] she shrieked, desperately trying to retreat.

But the light chased her, erasing everything in its path.

[WHY does a mere human have so much divine energy?!]

She screamed as her very essence shrank, her power diminishing at an alarming rate.

[This isn’t fair!]

[This is cheating!]

[Let go of the sword, you bastard!]

Her body distorted, her form collapsing in on itself.

In mere seconds, the once-powerful, menacing entity was reduced to a small figure, barely the size of an eight-year-old child.

Just as the demonic soul trembled in fear, a new voice rang through the void—deep, amused, and utterly unfazed.

[HAHAHAHA!]

A loud, carefree laughter echoed across the darkness.

[That was hilarious! Do it again!]

The demonic soul froze, her eyes darting around in alarm.

[W-Who’s there?! Show yourself!]

A radiant figure materialized, exuding an aura both divine and mischievous. Sol.

With an angelic smile, she tilted her head.

[Hello~ I’m Sol! And from now on, your master.]

Her smile widened, his eyes gleaming with amusement.

[You’re my slave.]

The demonic soul’s expression twisted in rage.

[Dream on, you little—]

SLAP!

A sharp smack landed on the demon’s head.

[How dare yo—]

SLAP!

[I will ki—]

SLAP!

The cycle continued, each slap reducing the once-feared demonic entity into a sniffling mess.

[Hic… hic… This is unfair…] She rubbed her red, teary eyes. [First, you mortals seal me away for centuries… then you trick me into possessing some divine freak… and now… now I’m being bullied?!]

She hiccuped, staring at Sol with pitiful eyes.

[The mighty Abyssal Fang, reduced to a slave… This is the worst day of my life…]

—

Outside Arthur’s consciousness, only a few seconds had passed.

His eyes flickered back to normal, the ominous black marks receding from his arm as the dark energy of the Abyssal Fang stabilized under his control.

The remaining demonic contractors, who had been laughing at Arthur’s supposed demise, froze in shock.

“…The corruption didn’t take hold?”

But before they could process what had happened, Arthur moved.

With a single fluid motion, he slashed through the nearest abomination, the cursed blade carving through flesh and bone with terrifying ease.

Gripping the Abyssal Fang, Arthur smirked.

“Came all this way for the sword?” He spun the weapon in his hand. “Too bad. It’s mine now.”

The monsters barely had time to react before he cut them down, wielding the very weapon they had sought to steal.

After dealing with all the demonic contractors inside the museum, Arthur turned his attention to Eveline. She was still on the ground, breathing heavily, her face pale from extreme mana depletion.

Kneeling beside her, he examined her condition. “You okay?”

Eveline looked up at him with tired but determined eyes. “Arthur… What happened in there? How are you holding Abyssal Fang without—”

“No time for explanations,” he interrupted, shaking his head. “We need to keep moving.”

Opening his system shop, Arthur quickly purchased a Mana Recovery Potion and a High-Grade Healing Potion, then handed them to Eveline. “Drink these. You’re out of mana, and we can’t afford to lose our only healer.”

Eveline hesitated for a moment before accepting them. She uncorked the mana potion and drank it in one go, sighing in relief as her mana reserves started to replenish.

Arthur stood up, gripping Abyssal Fang tightly. “Stay here and recover. I’ll handle things outside.”

Without waiting for a response, he dashed toward the entrance.

—

Meanwhile, Outside

The battle in the great hall of the Royal Museum raged on. The clash of steel, the crackling of spells, and the cries of wounded soldiers filled the air.

Arrows rained down on the Abyssal creatures while a barrage of magic spells illuminated the battlefield with bursts of fire, ice, and lightning. The Arcane Academy students fought with everything they had, pushing back the monsters, while the injured retreated to the rear for treatment.

Despite their efforts, the Abyssals weren’t decreasing.

For every monster they cut down, another took its place, appearing from seemingly nowhere. The relentless waves of creatures threatened to overwhelm the defenders, forcing them into a battle of attrition.

Where are they all coming from?

That question weighed on everyone’s minds, but the unending chaos left no room for investigation.

Among the reinforcements, Instructor Elena, an Archmage, had joined the fight. She had initially been out shopping for the weekend, but upon seeing the commotion, she rushed to the scene without hesitation.

With each movement of her staff, massive spells rained down upon the monsters. Blazing infernos, razor-sharp wind blades, and explosive thunderbolts annihilated waves of Abyssals, making her presence a beacon of hope for the defenders.

Her arrival turned the tides of battle, yet the situation remained dire.

Hundreds of monsters continued pouring in.

No matter how many they defeated, more emerged as if an endless supply was being funneled into the museum.

There was no doubt—someone was summoning them.

But where was the summoner?

And how were they conjuring such an overwhelming horde?

The answers remained hidden amid the chaos of war.

Meanwhile, Inside the Royal Museum’s Great Hall

Professor Elena fought alongside Instructor Samantha, unleashing devastating spells while ensuring the students remained safe.

It had only been ten minutes since she joined the battle—yet, in that short span, half of her mana reserves were already depleted.

‘I’m burning through way more mana than expected…’

She thought to herself while casting a debuff spell on a monstrous Abyssal that had cornered a struggling student. Without hesitation, she rushed forward, reinforcing the frontline where the academy’s students were engaged in a fierce struggle.

But as her sharp eyes scanned the battlefield, her breath hitched. Enjoy new chapters from My Virtual Library Empire

The once-majestic halls of the Royal Museum were drenched in blood.

Lifeless bodies lay scattered—men, women, children—innocent visitors who had come for a peaceful day, now reduced to nothing more than cold corpses. Their vacant eyes stared at nothing, their last moments filled with terror.

Something inside Elena snapped.

Her jaw clenched. Her fingers curled into fists.

“This is getting out of hand.”

With her voice laced in sheer determination, she raised her staff and unleashed a grand spell, its sheer magnitude sending a surge of power rippling through the hall.

A grey aura erupted, rapidly expanding to envelop the entire battlefield.

“Domain Declaration.”

The moment her voice echoed, a shockwave surged through the grey field.

The students and visitors felt nothing.

But the Abyssal monsters?

They froze mid-motion, their grotesque bodies convulsing violently as the spell took effect.

Some collapsed into deep slumber, their heads swiftly severed by the nearest warriors.

Others slowed down, their movements sluggish and uncoordinated.

Many found themselves shackled by chains conjured from thin air, restricting their ability to fight back.

And some fell into utter confusion, turning on their own allies in a mindless frenzy.

For a brief moment, the chaotic battlefield fell silent.

All eyes turned to Professor Elena—the woman who had single-handedly shifted the tide of battle.

The soldiers, the students, even the terrified civilians stared at her in awe.

Yet, beneath that unwavering exterior, Elena felt the backlash.

A sharp pain shot through her body. Warm blood pooled inside her mouth, but she swallowed it down, refusing to show weakness.

With unwavering resolve, she raised her voice, her command booming through the hall.

“Slaughter them all!”

A deafening roar erupted from the defenders as they charged forward, cutting down the incapacitated Abyssals with ruthless efficiency.