NOVEL'S EXTRA: I Will Die at the Peak-Chapter 36: Asogi is feeling down.

fortress was silent.

The walls were damp. Water occasionally dripped from the ceiling, the sound echoing through the emptiness before fading into silence.

Asogi and Jiho stood facing each other. Roughly ten steps separated them.

The ground was stained with dark patches; a thick fluid seeping from between the stones spread slowly, and the dark substance dripping from the tendrils resembled blood.

As it touched the surface, the fluid gave the stones a strange gleam. The air was still. The atmosphere was thick with an oppressive calm.

Asogi didn’t move. Only the tendrils emerging from his shoulders swayed in slow, deliberate motions.

Beneath his skin, something seemed to ripple—as if something alive, something mimicking thought, lay underneath. The tips of his tendrils were forked; some slowly opened to reveal deep, wet slits within.

Then, all of them began to speak.

Asogi’s voice multiplied, layered upon itself. Each mouth spoke in a different tone, the overlapping sounds fusing into one clear meaning:

"Your words do not bind me, human.

He—this lesser being—insulted my father.

My father is hungry.

And he... he is the perfect meal."

As the words faded, the pressure in the air intensified. Haldvir stumbled back a few steps, losing his balance and dropping to his knees.

His breath was uneven. He placed his hands on the ground for support, but the stone floor felt strange—not cold, not dry. It was as if it were alive.

Jiho still stood in the same posture. Though he leaned slightly on his cane, it didn’t seem like he actually needed it. Without taking his eyes off Asogi, he spoke:

"Did the Young Lord ask this of you?"

His voice was calm. Neither challenging nor afraid.

"Or is this your own decision?"

Asogi didn’t answer. The tips of his tendrils slowly closed; some remained half-open. Silence filled the space once more.

Then he narrowed his eyes. His voice, when it came, was different this time.

"You..."

A short pause.

"You don’t know what he would want... better than I do."

His breathing had quickened. His shoulders rose and fell, his mouths opened again, but the words came late.

"He would never say it.

But I know.

He doesn’t need to."

For a brief moment, hesitation flickered in his gaze. But his expression quickly returned to its former balance.

"I... know."

Jiho’s posture never changed. He simply stood there. Yet even this stillness was enough to exert pressure on Asogi.

The air grew heavier.

Haldvir struggled to breathe. The tendrils were still in motion, but now completely silent.

At that moment, another force entered the space.

The aura that spread through the room made everyone flinch. It was intense, sharp, and familiar. It clashed violently with the suffocating energy radiating from Asogi.

The collision created a brief moment of tension; the window glass had already cracked—worn down from within, strained to its limit. With this impact, it could take no more and shattered.

CRACK!

A sharp sound filled the room.

The shards fell in silence—some drifting slowly to the ground, others bouncing as they hit.

Light filtered in through the broken window, reflecting off the jagged edges. The green glow clung to the fragments, outlining the break. The room was painted in heavy hues of orange and green.

At the same time, Asogi and Jiho turned their heads.

They recognized the source of the aura.

From the dark end of the corridor, Ravien emerged.

He wore a loose, collarless, buttonless white undershirt. Beneath it, he had plain black underpants that reached below the knees. His feet were bare. Though he moved with silent steps, each step was noticeable.

His eyes were blank. Half-closed, as if caught between sleep and wakefulness. Yet, there was no hesitation in his walk.

He didn’t stop in front of the shards of glass. He kept walking—slowly, but with determination.

As his feet stepped on the glass fragments, they crackled softly. Some embedded into his skin. A long shard under his heel tore the flesh.

Thin slivers slipped between his toes, opening small but deep cuts. With every step, new pressure pressed against the wounds. Still, his pace never faltered.

Thin streams of blood began to flow from the cuts. Dark red traces became clearer on the floor where he stepped.

Yet Ravien did not stop. His facial expression didn’t change at all.

After a while, the cuts on his feet slowly began to close. The shards of glass inside his skin were pushed out or dissolved over time.

The bloody footprints he left behind gradually vanished. The bleeding stopped. The wounds disappeared. His skin returned to its original state—smooth and intact.

During this time, no one spoke until Ravien approached. Asogi slowly withdrew the pressure he had been emanating, but the atmosphere remained tense. Ravien’s presence had left a different weight on the room—cold, sharp, and unrelenting.

The glass shards still sparkled on the floor, quietly.

Ravien came to a stop next to Asogi. His eyes were still half-closed, but his voice was clear:

"You two again?"

Asogi’s form trembled briefly. His eyelids closed, his muscles relaxed, and his shape changed. In a few moments, he returned to a human silhouette.

Jiho stepped forward, walking without leaning on his cane. He stood in front of Ravien and bowed his head.

"Did you sleep well, Young Master? I apologize for this situation."

Ravien brought his right hand to his hair, pushing a few strands away from his face. His response was calm:

"Don’t apologize. Tell me what happened. What were you fighting about?"

Jiho began to speak. His tone was measured but detailed; he left nothing out. Occasionally, Asogi also chimed in. His sentences were short but precise. Every word seemed deliberate.

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(POV: Ravien)

I had just woken up. All I wanted was silence, peace. But of course, those two fought again. Asogi usually doesn’t leave my side, but apparently, he’s started making his own decisions. Even mimicking my appearance, no less.

I don’t mind him copying me. No matter what form he takes, he’s still mine.

My eyes wandered to Haldvir, who was sitting off to the side, out of breath. His hands were on his knees, his back slightly hunched forward.

"Hey, you okay, Haldvir?"

The boy lifted his head. A forced smile spread across his pale face.

"I’m fine, sir... It’s just... hard to breathe. This mess is my fault. I..."

His voice cracked, his eyes welled with tears.

I have to train this boy. He won’t last long here without learning to control his emotions. He has potential, but he’s fragile. Too emotional.

> "Alright, no crying now. Asogi—if you’re going to threaten someone next time, control your own anger first."

Asogi lowered his head. His eyelids were narrow, his expression blank. He parted his lips as if to speak, but said nothing.

One of the mouths on his back let out a sound, quieter than a whisper:

"I’ve disappointed my father."

I looked at Jiho, who stood right in front of me. His eyes had calmed again—he was back to his usual, composed self.

"Jiho," I said. "Let’s go to the dining hall. Prepare something. Asogi, Haldvir—you’re coming too."

Jiho bowed his head and turned direction. He walked forward without tapping his cane. I started following him. But Haldvir was still on his knees. He didn’t look like he could get up.

I took a step forward and spoke without looking back at Asogi:

"This is your fault. You’ll carry Haldvir to the hall."

Asogi didn’t respond. A thick, muscular tendril extended silently from beneath his left arm. Pale veins bulged across its surface, the texture trembling faintly. It slowly wrapped around Haldvir’s waist.

"Wait, I can wa—"

He couldn’t finish the sentence before being lifted into the air. As his feet left the ground, he let out a short breath.

His eyes widened in surprise for a moment, then his neck relaxed and he didn’t resist. His arms hung motionless at his sides.

Ravien kept walking. Asogi followed behind; his tendrils still wrapped around Haldvir’s waist. Haldvir floated, unmoving.

As his feet dangled in the air, the four of them continued their path in silence, beneath orange and green lights.

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Here are today’s character profiles for you!

Name: Haldvir

Surname: Unknown

Age: 19

Height: 177 cm

Weight: 59.5 kg

Title: Servant

Fate Ability: None

Capacity: Present, but inaccessible

Appearance:

Haldvir wore plain black clothes. His dark brown, slightly messy hair framed a pale face. He was noticeably thin—his shoulders slouched a little, and his arms were slender. He looked like someone who hadn’t eaten well in a long time, yet there was a hint of someone used to physical work in the way he held himself.

Name: Asogi

Surname: None 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

Age: 2 days old

Height: Variable

Weight: Variable

Entity Number: 001

Title: Unregistered / Undefined

Capacity: ??????

Affiliation: Ravien

Abilities: Body Shaping / Biological Capacity Absorption / Regeneration

Description:

Asogi can reshape their body without limitation—flesh, bone, muscle, organs—every part is under their control. Each transformation consumes capacity, but by consuming living beings, Asogi absorbs their capacity in return.

Regeneration:

When injured, Asogi can flawlessly regenerate any part of their body by spending capacity. Organs, nerves, bones... all are reborn.

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