Transmigrated as an Extra: Awakening of The Ex‐Class'-Chapter 67 : Haunted building part 5

『cyan perspective』

The air in the hallway was thick, almost tangible, as if the very environment were preventing me from moving forward. Erwing’s back, which had long since vanished with the sharp thud of the closing door, seemed to be trying to take away the last trace of normalcy that remained in this place. My footsteps, though soft, echoed with a disturbing sound, as if the floor were composed of something more than simple flagstones. Each footstep was a reminder that I was entering unknown, unexplored, and dangerous territory.

Around me, the sinister aura spread like a thick fog, enveloping everything in its path. The walls, once plain and ordinary, now seemed to breathe, as if alive and watching my every move. The paintings hanging on them, once static, now seemed to move with the creaking of my footsteps. I felt the weight of their gaze, as if they were judging my presence, questioning my right to be here. But I couldn’t stop. Not now.

In front of me, the door at the end of the hallway began to change. Its color turned a deep red, as if soaked in blood. A chill ran down my spine, chilling me to the bone. My fingers closed around the handle, cold to the touch, and I turned it slowly. The metallic sound of the mechanism giving way, a soft "crunch," echoed in the oppressive silence. The door opened gently, so softly that the creaking of the lock seemed to fade, and a reddish glow filled my vision, blinding me for a moment. I blinked rapidly, trying to regain my sight, and when I did, the scene before me was terrifying.

"Just as I had imagined, even worse..."

The living room was dimly lit by a lantern. The strangest thing was that there was supposed to be no energy in this place, yet a dim, reddish light seemed to emanate from the walls themselves. The first-year students who had entered with Erwing lay scattered on the floor, their bodies rigid and petrified. Their eyes, open and lifeless, reflected a disturbing emptiness. It was as if their souls had been ripped out, leaving only empty shells. Erwing was not among them. There was no trace of him, only an overwhelming silence that seemed to scream. I wanted to do something to wake them up, I tried my best to move them, yet like statues they remained imperturbable. Without much choice, I looked around.

At the back of the room, another door stood half-open, as if someone had recently passed by. A thought immediately came to me: "Erwing had entered." From the violet-hued door, whispering voices escaped as if inviting me to enter. I approached slowly, each step more cautious than the last. The surroundings could already feel heavy and cut into my skin; it was more oppressive, perhaps even violent. I felt a pressure on my mind, an external force trying to infiltrate my thoughts, but then, like an invisible shield, it was repelled.

[The indomitable will sends a strong protection to your mind]

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[The indomitable will sends a strong protection to your mind]

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[The indomitable will sends a strong protection to your mind]

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A series of notifications materialized in my vision, clear and firm. It was a reminder that the system was still helping me; the "Dominion" trait was strongly activated. This place wasn’t so simple; it was protected by an incredible barrier that attacked consciousness, a trap designed to render anyone who entered unconscious. The novel hadn’t detailed much about this moment, only mentioning that Erwing and the first-year students had lost consciousness upon entering. But now, here, in the flesh, it was different. Every detail mattered. Every movement could be the difference between life and death.

I looked around again, my eyes scanning every corner of the room for any clue, any sign that would tell me what had happened. The students remained motionless, like wax statues, their faces frozen in expressions of terror. Some had their hands outstretched, as if trying to protect themselves from something, while others seemed frozen in the middle of a scream that would never be heard. The air smelled of incense, and there were traces of mana in the room. I could also faintly sense an unknown energy that made me feel uneasy, as if the environment itself were alive and watching me.

Erwing wasn’t there. That was a relief. It could only mean that I had made progress, that so far no change had occurred in the story. Although every now and then, I couldn’t help but wonder how much longer this luck would last. The fact that he was no longer here meant that danger was closer than I thought.

I approached the half-open door, my steps slow and deliberate, feeling the energy in the room shift with each step I took. The reddish glow emanating from the door intensified, and a low, almost imperceptible hum began to fill the air. It was as if the place was trying to tell me something, watching me, waiting for me to make a mistake.

I took a deep breath, and my expression returned to my usual calm state. Carefully, I pushed the door a little further, feeling the energy gather at the threshold. I took a step forward, almost immediately, my body tensing, as if an invisible force had grabbed me. I froze completely, unable to move a single muscle. All around me, I could feel an invisible barrier enclosing me, an intense pressure building around my shoulders, slowly crushing me.

A bluish flash began to shine around me, illuminating the space with a cold, merciless glow. I blinked several times, trying to adjust to the light, but by the time I finally grasped what was happening, it was too late. I fell to the ground, my legs giving way under the invisible pressure. The sensation was brief but intense, as if my body had been stripped of all strength in an instant. However, I quickly regained consciousness, though it took my mind a few seconds to fully grasp what had just happened.

Apparently, the door wasn’t an ordinary object. It was something more, something I couldn’t explain in simple words. It seemed to function like a shuttle, a device that created an invisible cloak around my body and moved me to a designated location at sonic speeds. The sensation had been overwhelming, as if my body had been disintegrated and rebuilt in a matter of seconds.

As I stood up, still swaying slightly, my eyes adjusted to the new scene unfolding before me. In the distance, I could see violent flashes of light colliding with something, though I couldn’t quite make out what it was; the room was lit with intermittent bursts of energy. The air smelled of laundry and iron, and the sound of cutting metal echoed in the distance. There were sword marks on the ground, deep cuts that looked like they’d been made by a sharp, powerful blade.