Game's Extra: Starting With SSS-Ranked 1000-Death Talent-Chapter 50: Reaping

Noa was nimble.

He knew what he was doing, but the assailants didn’t expect him to catch up to their speed.

So he kicked Ezra’s shadow before someone even jumped out of it.

A voice of a confused man reached him.

Though his foot stomped only on the floor and missed the target, he still intercepted the first attack.

It was a crucial move on their end.

They wanted to use the darkness to frighten and confuse them even further.

For some, the lightless environment would be a disadvantage, but for Noa, it was ideal, since it allowed him to conceal himself as well.

Arthur was the only one who could see his actions.

Everyone else screamed in fear as the eternal silence muted them.

Not that Noa minded any of that.

He had three opponents to beat, but even one kill would be enough for him to secure the victory.

However, he was alone in this battle, as Arthur still needed time to heal.

Thankfully, he had already downed the highest-grade potion he owned, and all Noa had to do was survive until then.

But he couldn’t stop at that.

The Arcane Academy wasn’t some weak institution that everyone could infiltrate.

Not even the mighty government could disable its magical array without consequences.

It meant whoever invaded was part of the special force.

At most, their grade would be Returne.

Each grade was a hurdle—evidence of one’s ability and strength.

Overcoming them was almost impossible, considering that Returnes gained additional skills after the evolution.

But not all Embers were equal.

Noa was a perfect example of that, and trusting his superior attributes, he searched for the blood.

He had also received an extra skill upon slaying Klaus, bridging the gap even further.

The silent darkness was loud.

Students walked around aimlessly.

Little did they know they were in danger, and Noa could only imagine their panicked frenzy.

Now that he had warded off the assassins, he was ready for their counterattack aimed at his head.

That’s what he wanted.

Sensing the rippling air behind him, Noa leaned forward.

’They corrupted my shadows.’

The strike that could have easily separated his neck from his shoulders barely missed.

It wasn’t the only attack.

Repeated sword slashes attempted to reap his life.

From his legs to his heart, everything was targeted, putting him in a tough spot.

The lack of a weapon didn’t help either, as he could only dodge.

With no moment to parry daggers, Noa was forced to take risky steps.

Nevertheless, some blows still landed on him, drawing blood from his shallow wounds.

All of them were within Noa’s expectations.

Only one, the weaker assassin, managed to cut him as Noa used Mana Rage to accumulate more stacks on his enemy.

Noa needed to finish him off in one explosion.

Gritting his teeth to fight through the pain, he hid his smirk.

Mind games, the thrill of dying, putting his Echoes on the line, and defeating his foes were something he enjoyed.

Gambling with his life was scary and exciting at the same time.

The blessing and the familiarity with death helped him think coldly.

And with no emotions distracting his thoughts, Noa triggered the explosion when he was still close to the opponents.

Doom’s Sacrifice: 0/5

He also exploded a clown corpse, increasing the destruction.

Abruptly, his thoughts were halted until the system’s notification hovered in his eyesight.

[ You died ]

Not even a second passed before Noa was on his way to the rebirth.

[ Echo: 784/1,000 ]

He was reconstructed from nothing in familiar darkness, the scorching air still lingering around him.

The explosion destroyed equipment in his vicinity with one kill notification.

[ You killed Returne Human Lv. 7 ]

[ You’ve gained 18,000 Experience Points ]

[ Level up! ]

[ Level up! ]

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Noa leveled up nine times, bringing his current level to ten, including the one he got from revival.

As for his present stats, he quickly skimmed through them.

[ Noa Osborn ]

[ Species: Human ]

[ Grade: Evolved ]

[ Class: Wizard ]

[ Level: 10 ]

[ EXP: 3,286 → 5,050 ]

[ Strength: 13.5 → 20.7 ]

[ Agility: 14.4 → 37.5 ]

[ Vitality: 23.5 → 38.5 ]

[ Intelligence: 50 ]

[ Attribute Points: 9 ]

[ Talent: Death’s Companion ]

[ Talent Rank: SSS ]

[ Skills: Echo of Doom, Mana Rage ]

[ Class Skill: Corpse Puppet (Proficiency: 10.9%) ]

Quickly allocating his free points to agility, Noa searched for the corpse.

The almost charred body, with its pieces missing, rested on the floor.

Noa could tell that others were still alive, and since their wounds weren’t life-threatening, he had to be quick.

The Corpse Puppet moved his mind.

He left no trace of his actual body, disappearing as if it never existed.

Then he twitched in agony.

Rising from the ground with an injured corpse to handle, Noa struggled to move.

Thankfully, his intelligence attribute was high enough, allowing him to use the skill precisely without further complications.

The wounds didn’t hinder his movements.

But he realized the flaw of the corpse soon after.

’Pity there was a grade difference and I can’t use skills,’ he thought, glancing at Arthur. ’Wonder if he noticed.’

As Noa was pondering whether the protagonist saw his resurrection, he sprinted without hesitation.

It was a perfect opportunity to strike.

The injured assassins were confused upon losing an enemy, more so now that one of their comrades had died.

Yet it was only the beginning.

Noa moved with his mutilated corpse, bloodied and bizarre.

The darkness, the quietness, and the fast pace of the battle intensified the creepiness.

That’s when Noa struck.

In a single fluid motion, he located the correct shadow to destroy and appeared before it.

He had no weapons.

But his fists were free to dive into the darkness and fall into the enemy’s gut.

A swallowed scream tore through the shadows as Noa pulled his hand out, bringing the hitman with him.

The man staggered in every direction, clinging to his bleeding stomach.

[ You killed Returne Human Lv. 7 ]

Before the remaining man could react, Noa yanked the dagger out of the nearest opponent’s hand and plunged it into his heart.

Then his feet turned on a wet floor, pointing at his last opponent.