The Cube facility echoes with the snarls and growls of monsters that have overrun the once-secure complex. Aileen, utilizing her Spirit Speech abilities to the best of her capabilities, leads a group of frantic civilians through the chaotic corridors. The situation is dire, and even Aileen has her limits in warding off the relentless onslaught. People gather around her, desperate for guidance and refuge within the Cube's labyrinthine structure.
Amidst the chaos, a member of the facility's personnel engages in a fierce battle with a devil ogre, shouting instructions to the civilians. “Go, there! Move! Don’t lag behind or you are dead!” The urgency in their voice cuts through the panic as they direct the group to turn left and head underground for safety.
“W-where!? We are gonna die! We are all gonna die!” A civilian questions the decision, uncertainty evident in their voice, but the personnel reassures them that the lower levels are reinforced and secure.
“Move,” Aileen screams with gritted teeth as blood colors her cheeks and her gums already bleeding for some time.
The group hastily follows the instructions, running towards the indicated path, the monsters' growls fading as they move away.
Aileen, struggling to maintain the protective barrier of her Spirit Speech, urges the civilians to hurry towards the central corridor. “Please, oh god, just move you people!” She knows that time is of the essence, and the monsters are closing in.
“Come with us, they are about to break! Please!” One of the civilians expresses concern for Aileen's safety, to which she reassures them that she'll catch up and emphasizes the importance of reaching the underground shelter. “Don’t worry about me, I know myself better…” Aileen struggles to explain as she buckles in one knee, a devilized troll pounding on her barrier.
The personnel, having successfully dispatched the devil ogre, volunteers to cover Aileen and ensure the safety of the remaining civilians. “Move! We can handle this! So move, all of you are just burdens here!”
As the group disappears around the corner, Aileen and the personnel exchange a grim acknowledgment of the perilous situation.
Aileen grits her teeth, the strain is evident in her face as she channels all her energy into maintaining the protective barrier against the devilized troll. The creature, its grotesque form twisted by dark magic, snarls, and pounds relentlessly on the shimmering barrier. Aileen can feel the barrier weakening with each impact, and her own strength waning.
She takes a deep breath, trying to focus her Spirit Speech abilities. The air around her shimmers with ethereal energy as she summons the power to reinforce the barrier. “Hold on, you damn barrier! You won’t break!” The devilized troll roars in frustration, its massive fists slamming against the magical shield. Aileen stumbles back, her legs trembling under the immense pressure.
The facility personnel’s weapon glows with otherworldly energy as they launch a series of attacks against the devilized troll. The creature, distracted by the new threat, turns its attention away from Aileen momentarily. The personnel's strikes find their mark, causing the devilized troll to howl in pain.
Aileen seizes the opportunity to gather her strength. She focuses on fortifying the barrier, weaving her Spirit Speech with determination. Beads of sweat roll down her forehead as she struggles to maintain the protective shield. The devilized troll, enraged by the combined assault, redoubles its efforts to break through.
The personnel shouts instructions to Aileen, coordinating their attacks with hers. “I don’t know about the famous Spirit Speech, but Aileen-ssi, you have to do something!”
“I am tapped out, and am barely holding on with what I have, damn it…” Aileen replies back as she desperately musters her mental power to support what her magic power lacks. “I only need a gap, and I can kill this bastard. Give me an opening!”
Together, they create a temporary reprieve, pushing the devilized troll back a few steps.
Aileen glances at the central corridor, hoping to catch a glimpse of the civilians safely reaching the underground shelter. The distant sounds of their hurried footsteps offer a faint reassurance.
As the devilized troll regains its composure, the battle intensifies. Aileen and the personnel engage in a desperate struggle to hold the creature at bay.
The labyrinthine corridors echo with the clash of weapons and the roars of the monstrous foe. Aileen's resolve remains unbroken, fueled by the desperate need to protect the civilians who depend on her.
Finally, an opening is created. The Troll for a second attacks the other person.
“Die a thousand times from a thousand explosions of your blood vessels,” Aileen savagely imbues her power to the devilized troll, and with an explosion of blood, the troll dies. However, not without a loss. The Cube Personnel lies dead from the other side, a spear etched into their chest.
Gritting her teeth, Aileen begins to retreat as she recognizes the other foe as a named devil, and with Aileen’s current state, she won’t even be able to put up a good fight.
To some parts of Cube amidst the eerie silence that follows the apocalypse, a woman with braided light blue hair and glasses named Jin Sahyuk leads a group of survivors. Her eyes scan the surroundings, and she grits her teeth in determination. The once serene support group has now transformed into a band of individuals united by the shared goal of survival.
As they navigate through the debris-strewn streets of Cube, Jin Sahyuk's senses are heightened by the overwhelming stimuli, and she discovers an extraordinary power awakening within her. A newfound ability to warp reality itself. With a focused gaze, she manifests this power to confront the monstrous creatures blocking their path.
Jin Sahyuk's voice cuts through the tense air as she commands her people to stay close, her braided hair swaying with each purposeful step. "Keep moving! I've got this!" Her hands weave through the air, and the very fabric of reality distorts at her command. The monsters, once formidable obstacles, crumble before the might of her newfound abilities.
The survivors look on in awe and gratitude, their trust in Jin Sahyuk solidifying with every threat she effortlessly erases. The world may have descended into chaos, but within the chaos, a beacon of hope emerges in the form of a woman who can reshape reality itself in the most destructive ways.
Beyond the confines of Cube, the world outside bears witness to the relentless spread of monstrous entities, spawning from mysterious flames that seem to defy reason. The very fabric of reality trembles as the creatures multiply and infect the land like a virulent sickness.
Suddenly, a black comet streaks across the sky, tearing through the ominous clouds above. From within the heart of this celestial anomaly emerges Shin Jonghak, clad in black flames that dance and flicker ominously. His arrival is as sudden as the monsters' onslaught.
In the midst of chaos, Shin Jonghak locks eyes with a named devil, a formidable adversary among the horde. With swift and calculated movements, he closes the distance, his hand seizing the devil by its skull. The air crackles with the intensity of the black flames enveloping Shin Jonghak.
"I've had enough of this," he declares, his voice cutting through the roaring cacophony of the monstrous horde. In an explosive burst of infernal energy, the devil is incinerated, reduced to ashes by the searing power that emanates from Shin Jonghak's very being.
As the black flames continue to lick at the edges of his silhouette, Shin Jonghak stands resolute, a lone figure against the overwhelming tide of darkness. The world outside Cube may be besieged by chaos, but within the shadows, a harbinger of destruction emerges to confront the encroaching menace.
"What in the world is happening?" queries one hero, eyes scanning the horizon for any clues. Another, clad in a vibrant costume, responds, "I've never seen anything like this. It's like the end of times."
As heroes exchange uncertain glances, it becomes evident that the severity of the crisis has shattered the illusions of invincibility associated with their heroic titles. The fact that they are now forced to evacuate, just like the civilians they are sworn to protect, paints a grim picture of the situation.
A veteran hero, his expression hardened by the unfolding chaos, comments, "Certification doesn't make a hero. It's what you do when the world falls apart that defines you." The bitter truth hangs heavy in the air, challenging the very essence of their heroic identities.
In the midst of the gathering, the urgency is palpable. Here found within Cube, a Hero might as well be another evacuee.
In the dimly lit underground of Cube, Yoo Sihyuk presses forward, burdened by the unconscious form of Yoo Jinhyung in his arms. The urgency in his eyes mirrors the gravity of the situation. The narrow passageways echo with the shuffling of panicked civilians, and Sihyuk is determined to navigate through the crowd.
"Excuse me, coming through!" he calls out, his voice cutting through the anxious murmurs. The weight of his unconscious companion seems to drive him forward, a singular purpose etched on his face.
Finally, Sihyuk arrives at the entrance of the medical facility, a hub of activity with medical bots zipping around and healthcare personnel attending to the wounded. The air is thick with a sense of urgency as the wounded and distressed civilians seek refuge in the haven of the medical facility.
Sihyuk approaches a bustling triage area, catching the attention of a healthcare worker. "I need help. Jinhyung here needs immediate attention," he says, his tone urgent. The healthcare worker nods, immediately ushering them to a vacant treatment area.
As medical bots scan and assess Yoo Jinhyung's condition, Sihyuk watches anxiously, his concern etched on his face. In the midst of chaos, the medical personnel work tirelessly to provide aid to those in need, and Sihyuk can only hope that Jinhyung will receive the care he requires to weather the storm.
The hellish chaos reigns outside Cube, while Chae Joochul stands alone against the tide of monstrous leviathans and dragons. The once serene sea now darkens with the ominous presence of these colossal creatures, and the world itself seems to crumble under the weight of its impending doom.
With a determined expression, Joochul channels every ounce of his power, tapping into the very forces of the world. His lonesome figure becomes a beacon of resistance amidst the apocalyptic landscape. "This is it. I won't let it end like this," he mutters, squaring his shoulders as he prepares to face the monstrous onslaught.
Summoning his inner strength, Joochul unleashes a torrent of power, manipulating the very elements around him. The air crackles with energy as he concentrates, his focus unwavering. In a dazzling display of arcane prowess, he conjures his most potent summon.
"Gaia, lend me your strength!" he calls out, his voice carrying a plea to the forces beyond. The ground beneath him trembles as the giant figure of Gaia materializes, her presence looming over Cube like a protective deity. Named after the Greek goddess of the Earth, Gaia's colossal form radiates power and purpose.
As Gaia extends her protective influence, a barrier of energy envelops Cube, shielding it from the relentless onslaught of monsters and dragons. Joochul watches with a mix of exhaustion and satisfaction as the last sanctuary of humanity finds solace under Gaia's watchful gaze. Ironically at this moment, the usually emotionless old man begins to feel.
In the midst of the chaotic battleground, Chae Nayun becomes a blur of motion, her figure flashing through the air with a grace that defies gravity. Conjuring swords with a mere thought, they form beneath her feet, becoming the ethereal steps she takes. Her eyes, determined and fierce, scan the turbulent sky for any sign of her grandfather, Chae Joochul.
Suddenly, Chae Nayun spots him, falling from the heavens like a fading star. Without hesitation, she moves with incredible speed, intercepting his descent. The conjured swords respond to her will, becoming a protective cocoon that cradles Joochul's weakened form. As she catches him, he utters a weak apology, and the weight of his words hangs heavily in the air.
"I'm sorry, Nayun," his voice barely audible, the patriarch manages to convey his remorse. As the light dims in his eyes, Chae Nayun feels a surge of sorrow and helplessness. At the last moment, Joochul's form turns to ash, dissipating into nothingness. Yet, the summoned Gaia, undeterred, persists in safeguarding Cube.
Chae Nayun, fueled by immeasurable wrath, explodes into action. From her very flesh, an infinite number of swords burst forth, breaking through the sky and causing devastation to everything they touched. The air reverberates with the sound of the unleashed fury as Chae Nayun, consumed by grief and anger, becomes a force of destruction, determined to avenge the loss of her grandfather and protect the remnants of humanity within Cube.
Announcement I won't be posting any Extra Nobody tomorrow, just informing you guys I am still alive. My schedule will be irregular. This volume is about to be finished, and I think I won't have the chance to ruin the Rachel x Hyon route now.
The Cube facility echoes with the snarls and growls of monsters that have overrun the once-secure complex. Aileen, utilizing her Spirit Speech abilities to the best of her capabilities, leads a group of frantic civilians through the chaotic corridors. The situation is dire, and even Aileen has her limits in warding off the relentless onslaught. People gather around her, desperate for guidance and refuge within the Cube's labyrinthine structure.
Amidst the chaos, a member of the facility's personnel engages in a fierce battle with a devil ogre, shouting instructions to the civilians. “Go, there! Move! Don’t lag behind or you are dead!” The urgency in their voice cuts through the panic as they direct the group to turn left and head underground for safety.
“W-where!? We are gonna die! We are all gonna die!” A civilian questions the decision, uncertainty evident in their voice, but the personnel reassures them that the lower levels are reinforced and secure.
“Move,” Aileen screams with gritted teeth as blood colors her cheeks and her gums already bleeding for some time.
The group hastily follows the instructions, running towards the indicated path, the monsters' growls fading as they move away.
Aileen, struggling to maintain the protective barrier of her Spirit Speech, urges the civilians to hurry towards the central corridor. “Please, oh god, just move you people!” She knows that time is of the essence, and the monsters are closing in.
“Come with us, they are about to break! Please!” One of the civilians expresses concern for Aileen's safety, to which she reassures them that she'll catch up and emphasizes the importance of reaching the underground shelter. “Don’t worry about me, I know myself better…” Aileen struggles to explain as she buckles in one knee, a devilized troll pounding on her barrier.
The personnel, having successfully dispatched the devil ogre, volunteers to cover Aileen and ensure the safety of the remaining civilians. “Move! We can handle this! So move, all of you are just burdens here!”
As the group disappears around the corner, Aileen and the personnel exchange a grim acknowledgment of the perilous situation.
Aileen grits her teeth, the strain is evident in her face as she channels all her energy into maintaining the protective barrier against the devilized troll. The creature, its grotesque form twisted by dark magic, snarls, and pounds relentlessly on the shimmering barrier. Aileen can feel the barrier weakening with each impact, and her own strength waning.
She takes a deep breath, trying to focus her Spirit Speech abilities. The air around her shimmers with ethereal energy as she summons the power to reinforce the barrier. “Hold on, you damn barrier! You won’t break!” The devilized troll roars in frustration, its massive fists slamming against the magical shield. Aileen stumbles back, her legs trembling under the immense pressure.
The facility personnel’s weapon glows with otherworldly energy as they launch a series of attacks against the devilized troll. The creature, distracted by the new threat, turns its attention away from Aileen momentarily. The personnel's strikes find their mark, causing the devilized troll to howl in pain.
Aileen seizes the opportunity to gather her strength. She focuses on fortifying the barrier, weaving her Spirit Speech with determination. Beads of sweat roll down her forehead as she struggles to maintain the protective shield. The devilized troll, enraged by the combined assault, redoubles its efforts to break through.
The personnel shouts instructions to Aileen, coordinating their attacks with hers. “I don’t know about the famous Spirit Speech, but Aileen-ssi, you have to do something!”
“I am tapped out, and am barely holding on with what I have, damn it…” Aileen replies back as she desperately musters her mental power to support what her magic power lacks. “I only need a gap, and I can kill this bastard. Give me an opening!”
Together, they create a temporary reprieve, pushing the devilized troll back a few steps.
Aileen glances at the central corridor, hoping to catch a glimpse of the civilians safely reaching the underground shelter. The distant sounds of their hurried footsteps offer a faint reassurance.
As the devilized troll regains its composure, the battle intensifies. Aileen and the personnel engage in a desperate struggle to hold the creature at bay.
The labyrinthine corridors echo with the clash of weapons and the roars of the monstrous foe. Aileen's resolve remains unbroken, fueled by the desperate need to protect the civilians who depend on her.
Finally, an opening is created. The Troll for a second attacks the other person.
“Die a thousand times from a thousand explosions of your blood vessels,” Aileen savagely imbues her power to the devilized troll, and with an explosion of blood, the troll dies. However, not without a loss. The Cube Personnel lies dead from the other side, a spear etched into their chest.
Gritting her teeth, Aileen begins to retreat as she recognizes the other foe as a named devil, and with Aileen’s current state, she won’t even be able to put up a good fight.
To some parts of Cube amidst the eerie silence that follows the apocalypse, a woman with braided light blue hair and glasses named Jin Sahyuk leads a group of survivors. Her eyes scan the surroundings, and she grits her teeth in determination. The once serene support group has now transformed into a band of individuals united by the shared goal of survival.
As they navigate through the debris-strewn streets of Cube, Jin Sahyuk's senses are heightened by the overwhelming stimuli, and she discovers an extraordinary power awakening within her. A newfound ability to warp reality itself. With a focused gaze, she manifests this power to confront the monstrous creatures blocking their path.
Jin Sahyuk's voice cuts through the tense air as she commands her people to stay close, her braided hair swaying with each purposeful step. "Keep moving! I've got this!" Her hands weave through the air, and the very fabric of reality distorts at her command. The monsters, once formidable obstacles, crumble before the might of her newfound abilities.
The survivors look on in awe and gratitude, their trust in Jin Sahyuk solidifying with every threat she effortlessly erases. The world may have descended into chaos, but within the chaos, a beacon of hope emerges in the form of a woman who can reshape reality itself in the most destructive ways.
Beyond the confines of Cube, the world outside bears witness to the relentless spread of monstrous entities, spawning from mysterious flames that seem to defy reason. The very fabric of reality trembles as the creatures multiply and infect the land like a virulent sickness.
Suddenly, a black comet streaks across the sky, tearing through the ominous clouds above. From within the heart of this celestial anomaly emerges Shin Jonghak, clad in black flames that dance and flicker ominously. His arrival is as sudden as the monsters' onslaught.
In the midst of chaos, Shin Jonghak locks eyes with a named devil, a formidable adversary among the horde. With swift and calculated movements, he closes the distance, his hand seizing the devil by its skull. The air crackles with the intensity of the black flames enveloping Shin Jonghak.
"I've had enough of this," he declares, his voice cutting through the roaring cacophony of the monstrous horde. In an explosive burst of infernal energy, the devil is incinerated, reduced to ashes by the searing power that emanates from Shin Jonghak's very being.
As the black flames continue to lick at the edges of his silhouette, Shin Jonghak stands resolute, a lone figure against the overwhelming tide of darkness. The world outside Cube may be besieged by chaos, but within the shadows, a harbinger of destruction emerges to confront the encroaching menace.
"What in the world is happening?" queries one hero, eyes scanning the horizon for any clues. Another, clad in a vibrant costume, responds, "I've never seen anything like this. It's like the end of times."
As heroes exchange uncertain glances, it becomes evident that the severity of the crisis has shattered the illusions of invincibility associated with their heroic titles. The fact that they are now forced to evacuate, just like the civilians they are sworn to protect, paints a grim picture of the situation.
A veteran hero, his expression hardened by the unfolding chaos, comments, "Certification doesn't make a hero. It's what you do when the world falls apart that defines you." The bitter truth hangs heavy in the air, challenging the very essence of their heroic identities.
In the midst of the gathering, the urgency is palpable. Here found within Cube, a Hero might as well be another evacuee.
In the dimly lit underground of Cube, Yoo Sihyuk presses forward, burdened by the unconscious form of Yoo Jinhyung in his arms. The urgency in his eyes mirrors the gravity of the situation. The narrow passageways echo with the shuffling of panicked civilians, and Sihyuk is determined to navigate through the crowd.
"Excuse me, coming through!" he calls out, his voice cutting through the anxious murmurs. The weight of his unconscious companion seems to drive him forward, a singular purpose etched on his face.
Finally, Sihyuk arrives at the entrance of the medical facility, a hub of activity with medical bots zipping around and healthcare personnel attending to the wounded. The air is thick with a sense of urgency as the wounded and distressed civilians seek refuge in the haven of the medical facility.
Sihyuk approaches a bustling triage area, catching the attention of a healthcare worker. "I need help. Jinhyung here needs immediate attention," he says, his tone urgent. The healthcare worker nods, immediately ushering them to a vacant treatment area.
As medical bots scan and assess Yoo Jinhyung's condition, Sihyuk watches anxiously, his concern etched on his face. In the midst of chaos, the medical personnel work tirelessly to provide aid to those in need, and Sihyuk can only hope that Jinhyung will receive the care he requires to weather the storm.
The hellish chaos reigns outside Cube, while Chae Joochul stands alone against the tide of monstrous leviathans and dragons. The once serene sea now darkens with the ominous presence of these colossal creatures, and the world itself seems to crumble under the weight of its impending doom.
With a determined expression, Joochul channels every ounce of his power, tapping into the very forces of the world. His lonesome figure becomes a beacon of resistance amidst the apocalyptic landscape. "This is it. I won't let it end like this," he mutters, squaring his shoulders as he prepares to face the monstrous onslaught.
Summoning his inner strength, Joochul unleashes a torrent of power, manipulating the very elements around him. The air crackles with energy as he concentrates, his focus unwavering. In a dazzling display of arcane prowess, he conjures his most potent summon.
"Gaia, lend me your strength!" he calls out, his voice carrying a plea to the forces beyond. The ground beneath him trembles as the giant figure of Gaia materializes, her presence looming over Cube like a protective deity. Named after the Greek goddess of the Earth, Gaia's colossal form radiates power and purpose.
As Gaia extends her protective influence, a barrier of energy envelops Cube, shielding it from the relentless onslaught of monsters and dragons. Joochul watches with a mix of exhaustion and satisfaction as the last sanctuary of humanity finds solace under Gaia's watchful gaze. Ironically at this moment, the usually emotionless old man begins to feel.
In the midst of the chaotic battleground, Chae Nayun becomes a blur of motion, her figure flashing through the air with a grace that defies gravity. Conjuring swords with a mere thought, they form beneath her feet, becoming the ethereal steps she takes. Her eyes, determined and fierce, scan the turbulent sky for any sign of her grandfather, Chae Joochul.
Suddenly, Chae Nayun spots him, falling from the heavens like a fading star. Without hesitation, she moves with incredible speed, intercepting his descent. The conjured swords respond to her will, becoming a protective cocoon that cradles Joochul's weakened form. As she catches him, he utters a weak apology, and the weight of his words hangs heavily in the air.
"I'm sorry, Nayun," his voice barely audible, the patriarch manages to convey his remorse. As the light dims in his eyes, Chae Nayun feels a surge of sorrow and helplessness. At the last moment, Joochul's form turns to ash, dissipating into nothingness. Yet, the summoned Gaia, undeterred, persists in safeguarding Cube.
Chae Nayun, fueled by immeasurable wrath, explodes into action. From her very flesh, an infinite number of swords burst forth, breaking through the sky and causing devastation to everything they touched. The air reverberates with the sound of the unleashed fury as Chae Nayun, consumed by grief and anger, becomes a force of destruction, determined to avenge the loss of her grandfather and protect the remnants of humanity within Cube.
Announcement I won't be posting any Extra Nobody tomorrow, just informing you guys I am still alive. My schedule will be irregular. This volume is about to be finished, and I think I won't have the chance to ruin the Rachel x Hyon route now.