NOVEL'S EXTRA: I Will Die at the Peak-Chapter 56: Too many thoughts.

The room was silent.

Asogi and Juuhra lay still on the bed, staring up at the ceiling.

A faint breeze from outside slipped in through the broken windows, adding a subtle chill to the air. Dust particles drifted lazily, dancing in the faint light.

Ravien sat quietly on the chair, watching the outside world through the shattered glass while wrestling with the thoughts circling in his head.

(POV: Ravien)

The more I think, the more questions arise.

I don’t fully understand this capacity issue. I don’t even know exactly what it is.

So far, I’ve just assumed it’s some kind of energy.

The only person I can ask about this is Jiho.

But he probably won’t tell me.

He didn’t even give me proper answers about the environment before...

Every question was either brushed off or redirected.

Then I’ll have to find another way.

Is there anyone in these lands who holds such knowledge? I have no idea. Maybe no one does.

But there’s no point in obsessing over this right now.

I leaned back in the chair.

This matter can wait. I need to focus on other things until the villagers recover.

There’s the water problem.

Trade has completely stopped.

And the food situation... we’re managing for now.

Each is a problem on its own.

But I need to prioritize.

I lifted my head and looked at the bed.

They’re still the same... Asogi and Juuhra, lost in the ceiling.

The army issue... it’s not a major threat for now.

As long as I have Juuhra and Asogi on my side, things are under control.

The more I think about it, the more I realize how lucky I actually am.

Both of them possess energy reserves far beyond mine.

They’ve already surpassed my limits by a wide margin.

And yet, I still don’t have a clear understanding of their true potential.

I know what Asogi’s ability is — he can permanently absorb a portion of the energy capacity from any being he consumes.

Which means that with every creature he hunts, he grows stronger.

As for Juuhra, I’m still not completely sure.

He probably has a similar ability.

Maybe it’s more advanced, or maybe it works through an entirely different system... but the result is the same.

They resemble each other, but it feels like their growth processes are developing independently from me. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

Still, I’m not even sure if this system applies only to the beings I’ve created.

After all, this is the world of a novel I once read... but the messed-up part is, I never even finished the damn book.

I don’t think I even made it halfway through.

That’s why I can’t tell what’s normal and what’s not.

Some things I remember... a few characters, certain events... but the details are all hazy.

So I need to stay alert at all times.

I don’t know what’s coming next or where any of this is headed.

I can’t even tell if what I’m experiencing now was in the book or not.

Maybe I’ve completely veered off the original story.

Maybe I’m in some unknown side plot I’ve never heard of.

All I can do is make decisions based on what I see and experience for myself.

I can’t put too much faith in any outside information.

But before all that...

Lacrima City.

Their response will be crucial. If they react the way I expect, a small conflict might be unavoidable.

Ravien finally stopped thinking. He took a deep breath.

"Shhhhaaaa..."

His breath was heavy and long. It eased the pressure in his chest—if only slightly.

Slowly, he rose from the chair. As his steps reached the broken shards of glass on the floor, they crunched beneath his feet with a delicate crackling sound.

He didn’t pay it any mind.

He approached the window. When he leaned his head out, a cold and slightly damp breeze hit his face.

Along the horizon, clouds shifting between pale blue and shades of grey drifted slowly across the sky.

The sky wasn’t entirely overcast.

From between clusters of clouds, faint shafts of light slipped through, casting soft shadows into the distant void below.

Far ahead stretched an endless flatland—barren, empty, and dry.

The soil looked faded, sun-bleached, and cracked.

The area where the villagers lived had long fallen out of sight.

Beyond that... the forest.

It stretched endlessly, a mass of tangled darkness where black and deep green melted together, forming a dense veil without clear borders.

In a corner of the sky, a flock of large, dark birds glided silently—massive, easily several times the size of any normal bird.

Ravien muttered under his breath,

"So these are species native to this world..."

While Ravien stood in front of the window, blankly staring outside, a sudden thought crossed his mind.

He remembered asking Jiho to find people with special Fate abilities—but with everything that had happened since then, he had completely forgotten about it.

"So much has happened... I forgot all about it," he thought to himself.

If there really was someone with a rare type of Fate ability, things could become much easier. And right now, there was nothing urgent demanding his attention.

"Should I go check on Jiho?"

With that thought, he turned away from the window and headed for the door.

The sound of his footsteps and sudden movement caught Asogi’s attention. Lying on his back in bed, Asogi raised his head slightly to look at his father.

"father, are you going somewhere?"

Without turning around—his eyes still fixed on the door—Ravien replied:

"I’m going to see Jiho. I have a few things to take care of."

He reached for the doorknob and opened the door with a slow, deliberate motion.

Asogi instinctively started to get up and follow his father out of habit.

But this time, he didn’t move.

His hesitation drew Juuhra’s attention.

Still lying motionless, Juuhra suddenly spoke:

"Why didn’t you go? If I remember correctly, you never used to leave our father’s side."

Asogi stared at Juuhra. His gaze was short but sharp.

A brief silence followed. Then, in a low but resolute voice, he answered:

"I can’t leave you alone in Father’s bed."

A strange conflict brewed inside Asogi.

He wanted to go with his father, yet he didn’t want to leave that bed to Juuhra.

But now, he had grown—just a bit. He was beginning to mature.

He knew his father didn’t need him at this moment. Things had changed.

So he pushed aside his own desire and chose to stay.

Juuhra didn’t respond. His gaze slowly drifted back to the ceiling.

The room filled with a faint whistling sound as the breeze slipped in through the broken glass.

Ravien, without a glance back, quietly pulled the door shut behind him and stepped outside.