The Extra Wants To Live

Chapter 189: Unexpected Rescue

"The world is so unpredictable. To entrust one's life to something one doesn't even know exists," Carl muttered, lowering his visor with the hand holding the dagger.

And...

Choaack!

"Ugh!"

In an instant, his form raced through the dark basement. Carl ran, squeezing every last drop of mana he had left, and the blood that had filled his ankles splattered in all directions.

Garten was a little taken aback by the sudden and unexpected movement, but he reacted quickly without hesitation.

Garten leaped backward and swung his left hand.

Choaaaah!

The eyes that had been hiding under the pool of blood suddenly jumped out and aimed at Carl.

The number of eyeballs he'd seen so far was clearly far greater than the number of humans who died in Palton Territory.

Perhaps they were creating additional ones from this pool of blood.

Carl ran along the narrow path that led him.

His body floated up, avoiding the eyes that were trying to grab his ankles.

Countless eyes rushed towards Carl, who was floating in the air.

By then, Carl's mana was completely depleted. Even so, Carl held the dagger in his left hand straight and the dagger in his right hand in reverse, spinning at a furious speed that was hard to believe he had done without mana.

At the exact moment his mana ran out, he used all his strength to jump and rotate his body one last time.

That awesome power and speed!

Wedge!

In an instant, Carl's body rotated and the sound of the dagger scraping through space created an eerie echo.

He used not only his dagger but also his armor to smash all approaching eyeballs. He used everything he could: the back of his hands, his elbows, his shoulders, his knees, his feet, and even his head.

The tremendous shock to his body caused Carl's axis, which was spinning like a top in the air, to twist.

His right foot, unprotected by his armor, was broken and twisted again, now completely mangled and hanging limply.

Choaack!

Carl lost his balance and fell face down into a pool of blood, barely managing to land. His form was pushed forward and reached right in front of Garten's nose.

"Haha!"

Garten laughed. One step, just one step was not enough.

Carl's short dagger did not reach Garten, and Carl could not run because his right foot was completely crushed.

"It's over. Slave Carl." Garten declared, unfolding his Dureniodon and pointing it at Carl.

"Okay. That's it. Slave Garten." And the moment Carl's voice rang out.

Woohoo!

In the basement where darkness had fallen, a light like dawn rose. It appeared as if it was leaping out from under Carl, who was lying face down with both arms on the ground.

The black shadow swayed like a living creature, and light emitted from the tip of the outstretched shadow, a short sword that was revealed.

Mana Blade.

"Kaaaaaaah!"

Garten's scream echoed. His right arm, which held the Dureniodon, was cut off and was left spinning and floating in the air.

In the flash of light emitted from the Mana Blade, Carl could see ahead with what little vision he had left.

Garten's right arm appeared to be made of bundles of nerves from eyeballs, holding a thick leather-bound book in his hand.

A woman emerged from the shadows, swinging a sword. Though his eyesight was nearly gone, Carl could still recognize one thing clearly: beautiful, sparkling, jewel-like hazel eyes.

These were eyes he remembered.

She was the head of the Bloody Ring Finger, the most secretive dagger of the Adrian, the master of the black shadows that always made Carl wary of assassination.

The owner of that familiar gaze, which had followed Carl around and watched him for a long time, was Camilla.

She had come to save Carl, Adrian's greatest enemy

Carl's squinted eyes glimmered behind his visor.

Camilla, who had been secretly observing Carl for a very long time, could tell.

"How Dare you!" Garten's cry was more a roar of anger than pain.

"Do you trust me?" Carl whispered.

Camilla's hazel eyes widened. Even though there was no answer, Carl smiled and moved. Instead of using his damaged right foot, he jumped with all his might using his left leg and both arms.

A puddle of blood spread out, blood splattered, and Carl's eyes, visible through the gap in the blood mist, had already left Camilla.

*I trust you. So, do you believe me?* Carl thought.

Camilla couldn't answer Carl's unspoken question.

This was the first time they had truly met, and she didn't know what Carl saw in her that made him trust her.

She didn't know why she tried to protect Carl; there was no need to protect him.

For the past year and a half, Camilla had spent most of her time with Carl. She always stayed by his side and observed him, even disobeying Aingir's orders and deceiving him.

Initially, she had intended to weigh Adrian and Carl and choose one. Camilla couldn't find the answer.

But she could clearly see what she had to do. Camilla swung her sword and rushed towards the roaring Garten to protect Carl, who had leapt towards Dureniodon.

"Kwaaah!"

There was a flash of light, and Garten's outstretched eyes and tentacles were all torn apart.

The two daggers that Carl held tightly were swung with all his might from both sides towards the thick book, Dureniodon, which floated in the air, fluttering.

"You idiot!" Garten's triumphant cry echoed.

The moment Carl's dagger touched Dureniodon, the eyeball that made up Garten's right arm broke free and grabbed Carl tightly.

You could use its power without necessarily holding Dureniodon yourself.

A black shadow extended from Dureniodon.

Shadow... no, it was black. Devouring the light emitted by Camilla's Mana Blade, Dureniodon gathered all its strength to target Carl and devour him with black light.

"No!"

Camilla's scream rang out.

Carl heard the voice, a voice that worried for him. Absurdly and comically, he really couldn't understand it himself. Carl thought that the voice went very well with her pretty, jewel-like eyes.

His vision darkened.