NOVEL'S EXTRA: I Will Die at the Peak-Chapter 60: Little life

Tiny dust particles drifted slowly through the air in the room.

Rav had stretched his legs out onto the table and settled into the chair. His hands were clasped over his stomach, and a faint smile played on his lips as he rested with his eyes closed.

His breathing was calm; a deep sense of tranquility filled the room.

His red hair spilled over the back of the chair, a few strands falling across his face. An open bottle of ink sat on the table. A few drops had leaked from the bottle, spreading across the surface of the desk.

Ravien leaned back in the chair peacefully, letting his thoughts slip away. In that moment, there was only silence.

Just then, the door was knocked three times.

"Tık tık tık."

Ravien slowly opened his eyes. He quietly took his legs off the table and sat up straight.

"Enter."

The door creaked open slowly. An old man stepped in, dressed in plain servant’s clothes. His hair had turned completely white, like snow.

His outfit was neat, his hands perfectly clean. This was Jiho. Two more people followed him in — a man and a young girl.

Jiho gave a slight bow of his head.

"Young master, this is Nornara and her father. I summoned them as you requested."

Ravien looked at them in silence without rising from his seat. His gaze wandered over the two of them briefly; his eyes were patient.

The man bowed his head quickly the moment he stepped inside. His hands were clasped in front of him; his posture was tense, but respectful.

"I greet the young lord. My name is Lukan."

Nornara observed her father’s action for a brief moment. Without much thought, almost instinctively, she followed suit, dipping her head slightly in a similar fashion.

Her hands hung by her sides; her stance was neither tense nor relaxed. Her eyes shifted to Ravien, and her voice was calm and composed.

"My name is Nornara, my lord."

Ravien cast a brief glance at the two people standing before him. His eyes paused on Lukan for only a moment before shifting to Nornara. He examined the girl’s posture—superficially, yet with quiet precision.

After a few seconds, he spoke without moving from his seat. His voice was calm, but it carried a subtle weight that filled the room.

"Well then. I assume you know why you were called here."

Lukan lifted his head slightly, though he seemed reluctant to meet Ravien’s gaze directly. He looked at him from the corner of his eye, his voice cautious.

"I do, my lord. Master Jiho explained a bit to us on the way. He said you wish to create garments using my daughter’s fate-bound ability."

Ravien gave a slight nod. The answer didn’t surprise him.

"Good. If you already know, there’s no need for lengthy explanations. If you have any questions, ask now. If not, Jiho will show you where you’ll be staying."

Lukan hesitated, his lips frozen in place for a brief moment. Then, gathering his courage, he finally spoke. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

"Well... my lord, my daughter has almost never used this ability before. So... she might not be able to produce perfect results right away. Will that be an issue for you?"

Before replying, Ravien gave a faint smile. But it wasn’t a comforting one. His lips curled, but his eyes remained dark. He turned to the man with a cold gaze.

"It won’t be an issue," he said plainly.

"She’ll improve over time. As long as she learns to craft the kind of garments I desire, that will be enough."

As he finished the sentence, his voice slowed just a little—but the firmness in his tone remained. Then he turned his head and looked at Jiho.

"If there are no other issues, Jiho, show them the way."

Jiho stepped toward the door and silently extended his arm. Lukan bowed deeply and moved toward the exit. Nornara gave a short nod and followed her father. Their footsteps were nearly silent against the thick carpet.

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Once the three of them left the room, I lifted my head slightly and stared at the ceiling. A brief silence followed. Then, gradually, the thoughts in my mind began to take shape.

(POV: Ravien)

Now that this part is taken care of... it’s time to test the idea I’ve had in mind.

If what that mouth said is true, then creating something alive—or maybe transforming what already exists—could expand my capacity field.

I’m still not entirely sure, but my theory is that continuous production might slowly increase capacity over time. The problem is—doing that in my current state is incredibly difficult.

When I created Juuhra, my capacity likely increased by about five percent.

But the process left me in a sleep-like state for hours.

My body felt like it had crashed; my mind was hazy. So attempting another large-scale creation isn’t something I can afford to do again. Not for now.

This time, I need to make something that works passively—something that provides a slow, steady effect.

The idea came from those parasites. It’ll be similar—but this time, I’ll have full control.

It won’t be harmful.

It’ll just feed slowly... a system that nourishes itself by drifting through me.

—

I stood up. For a moment, I walked toward the window, but I didn’t look outside. There was nothing I needed to see. My focus was entirely on this idea now.

If it works... I won’t have to keep creating living things over and over just to boost capacity.

Instead, there’ll be a steady, stable increase. And one day, when the time comes, I’ll be able to create large-scale entities again.

My eyes drifted to my right hand. This body’s structure is still the same.

No matter what I’ve tried, no matter what I’ve attempted to change—everything resets within seconds.

The system automatically nullifies any internal interference.

That’s why the only path forward is external.

The skin’s surface is still open.

The system doesn’t seem to register that area as part of the body—or at least, it doesn’t react to it.

I might be able to bypass the reset by working there.

If a structure forms there, it won’t be considered internal interference.

It won’t get erased.

That’s why what I create will be directly anchored to the outer layer—it will exist there, and it will grow there.

That’s why I’m going to create a small structure that will live on the surface of my skin.

It’ll resemble a parasite—but it will be entirely under my control.

It will continuously siphon off a very small amount of my capacity.

This siphoning process is recognized by the system as a capacity transfer—

which means, over time, it will gradually expand my capacity field.

A passive but consistent system.

No matter how small the gain, it will be constant.

That way, I can grow my capacity without pushing my body to its limits or falling into a sleep-like state.

And this structure can evolve over time.

It may start as a simple support mechanism, but eventually, it could transform into a biological defense system.

My plan is for it to grow intelligent and resilient enough to activate instinctively—especially when I’m unconscious or physically weakened.

It should protect me without needing direct input.

—

Ravien stood in front of the window, staring outside for a while.

But his attention was turned entirely inward—occupied with the thoughts flowing through his mind, through his veins, just beneath his skin.

He reviewed the entire process over and over again: the risks, the boundaries, the specifics...

Then he slowly turned around.

The pale light from the window left half of his face in shadow.

His gaze dropped to his right hand.

He opened his palm and stared into the empty space for a moment.

--

It will form in the center of my palm.

Small, but just large enough... It will cling to the surface of my skin, moving across it.

It will operate quietly.

Endlessly. Tirelessly.

Let’s begin the creation.

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Ravien took a deep breath.

His entire focus gathered at the center of his palm.

The veins beneath his skin tensed slightly, and the temperature of the tissue shifted.

Capacity began to accumulate—at first invisible, then gradually becoming a rippling vibration beneath the skin.

After a short while, a pink, wet lump of flesh formed in the middle of his palm.

It was round and soft, pulsing gently like living tissue.

It didn’t move, but it throbbed like a heartbeat.

Ravien stared at it without blinking.

Then, he directed about ten percent of his total capacity into the structure.

The flesh trembled; its surface twitched as thin red lines—resembling tiny veins—began to appear.

He slowly reduced the output.

What had once flowed in waves now dripped in measured drops.

The lump twitched faintly.

A thick, sticky fluid began to leak from it—a mix of milky white and crimson, staining whatever it touched.

The tip of the flesh tapered, then cracked open, revealing slender tendrils from within.

Suddenly, it moved.

As it came into contact with Ravien’s damp skin, it latched onto his palm.

Like a leech—but more insidious.

It began to spread across the upper layer.

It crawled slowly, coiling itself within the contours of his hand.

Its movement was disturbingly slow, yet deliberate.

Wherever it passed, it left behind a sensation like waves rippling across his skin.

Ravien let out a shallow breath.

Staring at his hand, he murmured under his breath,

"It’s begun..."

A faint tingling sensation danced between his fingers.

"It’s drawing from my capacity... So slow it’s barely noticeable, but it’s flowing."

He paused for a moment and closed his eyes.

"This... this is exactly what I wanted."

There was no visible change in my capacity field.

The increase I could feel was so faint, it was nearly nonexistent.

But I wasn’t bothered by it.

"I didn’t expect it to grow right away anyway.

Now that it’s formed, I just need to get used to it."

The leech-like creature began to crawl upward from my hand.

It left behind thin red trails—but those vanished within seconds.

My body was resetting them, restoring everything to its original state, as if nothing had happened at all.

By the time it reached my neck, I could no longer track its movements.

Only the sensation remained—of something damp and slender gliding across my skin.

Moments later, it arrived at my chin, then slid along my cheeks.

It wasn’t moving beneath the skin, but across the surface, curling as it went.

Then it reached my hairline.

I frowned.

"Where the hell is it going... Is it trying to climb onto my head?"

The creature slithered past my forehead and disappeared into my hair.

There, it stopped.

Then, thread-like extensions emerged from its body, weaving through the strands like silk.

Delicate tissues latched onto the roots of my hair, subtly shifting.

From the outside, nothing was visible.

But it was there. And it was still alive.

I closed my eyes.

This thing that now existed on the surface of my skin...

It was with me now.

It would feed continuously, evolve—and one day, when the moment came, it would respond.

A small, silent, unseen entity.