NOVEL'S EXTRA: I Will Die at the Peak-Chapter 55: Juuhra

The figure that appeared in front of the window blocked out all the incoming light. For a moment, the room was plunged into complete darkness.

Though the light returned after a few seconds, seeping back through the glass, it was now much dimmer than before.

The foreign entity stood directly in front of Ravien and Asogi. Its majestic form remained motionless, yet its mere presence suppressed everything in the room.

Asogi grew uneasy as the atmosphere shifted. The child who had seemed so fragile just minutes ago now looked as if he had surrendered to fury.

His body trembled slightly; his skin rippled as though reacting to something beneath the surface.

Faint slits appeared and disappeared across his flesh. His energy was on the verge of overflowing.

But then, all at once—he stopped.

Ravien’s words from just moments ago echoed in his mind:

"You are my first child. That’s why I expect you to be more mature."

Asogi clenched his teeth and bowed his head.

"No... Stay in control. Don’t lose it. I can’t disappoint Father. So what if he’s created a new being? I was the first. Yes... that’s right... the first."

With that internal mantra, his breath began to slow, and the tension in his shoulders eased. His body gradually returned to its normal state. The dark fluctuation hadn’t completely vanished, but it had been suppressed.

The being before them had sensed Asogi’s sudden surge of aura but paid it no mind. Its eyes were locked on Ravien. Silent. Waiting.

(POV: Ravien)

I couldn’t suppress the quiet admiration swelling inside me.

This body... this form... it was extraordinary.

Every detail had been crafted with care: the pronounced muscle lines along his shoulders, the black cracks etched across smooth white skin, the massive wings emerging from his back...

Each part complemented the other, forming a flawless whole. His horns curved backward, descending to shoulder level, merging seamlessly with his silver-white hair.

Even his posture spoke of power.

A body born through evolution—there was no comparing it to any other method. Intelligent, and exceptionally resilient. I had never achieved such a perfect result before.

And yet... there was something strange. He didn’t ask a single question. His expression was unreadable, and his gaze remained unnervingly still.

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Ravien could no longer bear the silence that had dragged on. Tilting his head slightly with curiosity, he asked:

"Don’t you have anything to say?"

The foreign being replied instantly, his tone calm and unshaken:

"No. But I suppose I need a name."

Ravien’s eyebrows lifted slightly. Without taking his eyes off him, he murmured to himself:

"A name, huh... What should I call you?"

He looked off into the distance and thought for a moment, his face adopting a distant expression.

In the meantime, Asogi silently approached and stood beside Ravien.

He leaned his shoulder against him lightly, eyes fixed intently on the foreign being. Sparks of suppressed fury flickered within his gaze.

Yet the being before them completely ignored Asogi’s presence.

Snapping out of his thoughts, Ravien turned his eyes back to him. He took a deep breath and spoke clearly:

"I’ve found the right name for you. From now on, your name will be Juuhra."

The moment he heard the name Jugram, he closed his eyes. Taking a deep breath, he lifted his head slightly and stayed like that for a moment—as if weighing the name in his mind.

"So... my name is Juuhra."

After that brief and muted pause, he straightened again. His shoulders relaxed slightly, his head returned to its normal position.

There was no trace of emotion on his face—no surprise, no joy. His voice remained just as calm and composed:

"So, Father, is there something you want me to do?"

Ravien turned his head slightly to the left without looking directly at Juuhra.

The question was unexpected; such a conscious and measured response caught him off guard. He thought to himself:

He’s waiting for orders? Strange... He’s too balanced for someone who just awakened. I still can’t fully grasp his personality.

"Not for now. You may do as you wish."

Upon hearing the answer, Juuhra bowed his head slightly and stepped back in silence. With slow and deliberate steps, he moved toward the bed in the corner of the room.

Each movement seemed like part of a calculated design. When he reached the bedside, he paused for a brief moment, then spoke in a soft voice:

"Then I’ll lie down for a while. Do nothing... just exist," he said, and carefully lowered himself onto the bed.

Right before lying down, the wings on his back folded inward. The motion was mechanical, yet fluid.

As they vanished, a thin stream of black liquid trickled from just below his spine.

Three drops hit the ground. Upon contact with the floor, the liquid gave off a faint vapor and evaporated within seconds, leaving no trace behind.

Asogi watched the scene without blinking. It was as if he’d lost the ability to speak. Now, someone else was lying in his father’s bed. And he—he had never once dared to lie there himself.

The strange emptiness within him slowly began to twist into an uncomfortable tightness.

He whispered to himself:

"In the end... it’s just a bed, right? Just an ordinary object."

But the thought wasn’t enough to suppress the unease within him. He couldn’t take his eyes off Juuhra, and his breathing grew uneven.

Once Juuhra fully settled into the bed, he didn’t move at all.

The large bed seemed made for him; his body fit into it with perfect alignment. His eyes were fixed on the ceiling—neither asleep nor fully awake.

Ravien, ignoring the two of them, quietly sat down on the chair in the corner. His eyes wandered briefly around the room, and he remained silent for a while.

The expression on his face revealed that something was being calculated in his mind.

"Now that I’m awake, I should focus on my primary duties," Ravien thought. "The area where the villagers live is still scattered and desolate. In its current state, it’s far from habitable for the long term.

I need to reorganize the surroundings, construct buildings, and reinforce the settlement."

He paused briefly and lowered his gaze to the floor.

"The food supply is sufficient for now. But we need wood... both for shelters and security. We can gather it from the nearby forest."

Clasping his hands together, he reflected:

"Should I ask the villagers to gather wood? But they’re still exhausted and weak. They’ve been starving for a long time; recovery will take time. Maybe if they eat well and rest for a week, they might be fit for labor."

He paused again, then considered another possibility:

"Should I use my capacity to create low-tier beings for these tasks? At least in the beginning, it could speed up progress."

(POV: Ravien)

Creating low-tier beings... Yes, it would help, but it consumes far too much of my capacity. For now, there’s no need to rush. Instead of growing quickly, I should advance with stability and control.

The stronger the foundation, the smoother the path ahead. That thought had firmly taken root in my mind. Every step must be taken with care.

While contemplating all this, I felt a subtle oddness in my body. At first, I ignored it—but the sensation didn’t fade. There was something shifting from within, something I couldn’t explain.

I closed my eyes and focused all my attention inward. I scanned my energy, circulation, and cores one by one. It took some time, but eventually, I found the source of the strangeness.

And I paused in shock.

My capacity had increased. Not just a recovery—but a direct expansion. My maximum capacity had risen by about five percent.

This had never happened since I arrived in this world.

It had always been constant. The limits were always clear.

In books, in records... there wasn’t a single line suggesting that capacity could grow.

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Ravien was completely lost in thought, momentarily disconnected from his surroundings. His body was still, but his mind was in overdrive.

Meanwhile, Asogi was silently staring at Juuhra, who lay on the other side of the bed. His gaze was long, fixed, and carried a weight even he couldn’t fully comprehend.

Juuhra felt Asogi’s stare on him. Without turning his head or shifting his eyes from the ceiling, he spoke:

"What do you want?"

Asogi didn’t respond. He simply lowered his head and slowly moved to the other side of the bed—the side where their father always used to lie.

As he lay down, his body remained tense, but the restless stirring inside him seemed to ease, if only a little. Perhaps it was mere habit... or an instinctive urge to claim space.

Juuhra glanced at him from the corner of his eye but said nothing.

The two of them lay in the same bed, aware of each other’s presence, yet distant.

They were brothers. But polar opposites.

Lying side by side, an invisible, deep gap stretched between them.

They didn’t speak. They didn’t meet each other’s eyes.

They were just in the same room.

For now, that was enough.