It’s Been 500 Years as an Extra, and the Original Story Still Hasn’t Begun - Chapter 211

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Five hundred years as an Extra,
and the original story still won’t start.
Chapter 211
“Surround him! It’s only one man!”
Men in black masks swarmed in from every direction. As if to prove they were all in league together, every one of them wore black armor with a gray cloak draped over their shoulders.
“Terrible fashion sense.”
They were practically advertising their suspicious business, and in full knightly regalia, no less.
Termion drew his sword for the first time in a while.
If he fought with aura as he usually did, there was a risk his identity would be exposed.
So he condensed aura into his blade in a way that showed nothing on the surface. Standing with his back to the entrance of the building Ailesia had just entered, he swung his sword sharply.
Shwiing!
The keen slash cut into the floor. In a single stroke he had carved a dividing line nearly twenty meters long, and Termion swept his cold gaze across the surrounding men.
“Anyone who crosses this line dies.”
He spoke in a blunt, mercenary-like tone, his face twisted into a scowl.
If these men were connected to Dusk Talon, it would only be a matter of time before they traced who he was through Kate. One sign of suspicion, and his true identity might be found out.
“Relying on some cheap magic and still getting cocky.”
A tall man standing at the very back of the group muttered as if amused. Unlike the others, he had a huge axe resting on his shoulder.
“Take care of him quickly and get inside. Hurry!”
Magic, huh. Termion smirked at the man’s words.
That slash had been far beyond what any ordinary Aura Master could manage. It was a relief that they had jumped to the wrong conclusion on their own.
Sseogeok!
“I told you.”
Termion lightly cut down the first knight who had stepped over the line, then leveled his sword straight ahead.
“Anyone who crosses the line dies.”
“…Unleash your strength! Attack all at once!”
Dark red energy rose from the weapons of the knights around him. Through the gaps in their masks, their eyes were stained crimson with bloodshot veins.
Some charged straight at him while the rest swung their weapons, shooting demonic energy like arrows. Termion swung his sword wide at the demonic energy that reached him.
Kwa-kwang-kwang!
‘They’ve gotten stronger than before.’
Demonic energy that should have dissolved without resistance instead erupted in explosions. It seemed they had gathered some of the most skilled fighters Dusk Talon had to offer.
He was facing more than thirty men alone, yet Termion’s movements were full of ease. He stood in place, moving only his arms, and blocked every attack the knights threw at him.
Gu-gu-gung!
Just as he cut down the fifth man, a violent tremor rolled from deep inside the building. Ailesia must be fighting something within as well.
“Damn it, get out of the way!”
Kwang!
Someone who had closed the distance in an instant aimed for Termion’s head. He saw the man’s axe pressing against his sword and smiled faintly.
“Even the leader of this lot is better than these weaklings.”
“You… what are you? Who are you!”
“Just a mercenary passing through.”
The man looked a full head taller than Termion, but he was actually being pushed back in strength.
He gripped the haft with both hands and bared his teeth, yet Termion’s sword did not budge. Termion even went on to needle him at his leisure.
“For a man of your build, you’re awfully weak. Did you skip dinner?”
“Grrgh…!”
“What did you hide in that building that you all came swarming out like this? I doubt you just happened to stop by on your way somewhere.”
“Shut… up…!”
The man trembled violently, sweat pouring down his face.
Even as he tried to pull back, it was as if his axe were glued to the sword, and he could not move. More precisely, it felt like something invisible was pressing down on his whole body from every direction.
Because he had come within a single step of Termion, the other knights around could not lay a hand on him. Even they were suffering the same crushing pressure as the man.
“What is the connection between this auction house and Dusk Talon?”
“I don’t… know what you’re… talking about…!”
“Whether you run it yourselves or handle it on commission, there’s obviously a link. Otherwise you wouldn’t be spewing demonic energy and foaming at the mouth like this.”
“Kyaaah!”
With a furious shout, the man finally forced some distance between them. Staggering back a few steps, he suddenly clawed at his throat with his hand.
“Kill him by any means necessary! Break the seal!”
“Tch.”
As demonic energy surged out of the man’s body like an explosion, Termion clicked his tongue in disgust.
‘Getting nothing useful out of this.’
With an attitude this blindly devoted, talking any further would only be a waste of time. Whether this was born of loyalty or they had been brainwashed through Dark Magic didn’t matter much.
With the man’s eyes rolled back completely, Termion could no longer hold back. He drew out his aura long, like a whip, and lashed at the knights charging toward him.
With every swing of Termion’s arm, the situation grew into more and more of a complete mess. Knights were flung in every direction, and the ground cracked open as if struck by an earthquake.
“Looks like you all skipped dinner. Your legs are wobbling like sick chickens.”
Termion spat out the words with thick mockery and swept his gaze across the area.
More than half the Knights had already fallen. Those still barely standing on their own two legs were drenched in blood from head to toe.
“Huff, huff… Who the hell are you…!”
The man who had been fighting Termion alone drew in ragged breaths.
He was propping himself up on the axe he had driven into the ground, looking like he might collapse at any moment.
“I told you, I’m just a passing mercenary. Got a problem with your ears?”
“Damn you…”
“Don’t take it so personally. You’re the ones who came charging at me. Makes me sound like the villain here.”
Despite his relaxed air, Termion was quietly tense inside.
More than thirty minutes had passed since he’d started the fight. By now Ailesia should have come out, but ever since that first tremor, the inside of the building had been unnervingly quiet.
If it had been an emergency, she would have escaped through Spatial Movement, so he wasn’t too worried. Still, the scene he’d glimpsed from the carriage earlier kept nagging at him.
‘Surely there isn’t a dragon in there or something.’
Just as he let out a dry laugh, thinking the idea was a little absurd, a terrifying roar rang out behind him.
Kwaaaaang!
“What now…?”
Termion, rattled, turned his head. At the top of the building, fire shot up as though a volcano had erupted. It didn’t look like flames licking upward; it looked like a straight line of fire stabbing into the sky.
Deu-deu-deu-deung—
“It’s collapsing!”
“Get out of the way!”
With an ominous groan, the walls of the building split apart. Before long, the First and Second Floors gave way with a crash, and everything above tilted sharply.
‘I can’t feel any pulse of magical power. Don’t tell me…!’
Termion drew his Aura up with everything he had. In an instant he scanned the entire building with his Presence Detection, and his eyes snapped wide.
“Damn it, Ailesia!”

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Inside the building, flames and lightning were lashing about without pause.
Every time Ailesia swept her hand, monsters burst apart with a roar. But the moment their limbs were torn off, they regenerated and came lunging at her again.
‘These things… they seem to be getting stronger?’
At first, she had meant to slip out with minimal effort. She would deal with only the undead that had been revived, then cast Surveillance magic across the whole building to trace whoever was behind it.
But after she instantly annihilated the first seven, their numbers had somehow swelled to more than double.
Creatures that had dropped from a single or two spells were now spitting out demonic energy and even deflecting magic head-on.
‘Should I just blow the whole place to pieces?’
If she made up her mind, reducing the building to rubble would be no trouble at all. She could use Spatial Movement to get out, and not a trace would be left behind.
But if she went that far, there was a good chance she’d lose the tail of Dusk Talon she had finally caught hold of.
No matter how skilled she was, there was no way to erase a building this large without anyone noticing.
If she openly displayed her strength, Dusk Talon would tighten their watch even further. They might even pull out of the Imperial Capital altogether, beyond Parzan Street.
“Gaaaaah…”
As she moved her hands mechanically, lost in thought, an ominous sound drifted up from somewhere deep inside.
Unlike the monsters that had screeched with that eerie, metal-scraping cry, this was like a massive boulder rolling across the ground. At the same time, the heap of corpses began to heave and shift.
“Like anyone’s going to wait for you?”
They say life belongs to whoever strikes first. Mana spread like a thread from her staff and traced a massive magic circle across the floor.
Scorching Ground of Punishment
Inferno Ground
Kwagwagwagwang!
The entire floor within the reach of the magic circle collapsed, and a colossal blaze roared up.
The monsters had no time to draw on their demonic energy before they vanished into ash in an instant. But from among the smoldering remains, something crimson and writhing planted a massive foot forward.
Kwung!
“…That wasn’t in the original work, was it?”
What on earth would you even call that? A burning skeleton?
Ailesia, faced with a creature easily ten meters tall, let out a laugh before she could stop herself.

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