Transmigrated As An Extra In The Apocalypse-Chapter 63 - 62: I Need Strength

The forest was quiet, too quiet.

The kind of silence that presses against your ears, making every step I took sound louder than it should.

My boots crunched against the dirt path, the sound echoing faintly through the trees.

The moon hung high above, its pale light filtering through the dense canopy, casting long, jagged shadows across the ground.

It was midnight, or close to it, and the air was cool, carrying the faint scent of damp earth and pine.

I sighed heavily.

I was exhausted.

My legs felt like they were made of lead, each step requiring more effort than the last. freewebnσvel.cѳm

My shoulders ached, and my head throbbed with a dull, persistent pain.

But I couldn’t stop.

Not now.

Not when there was so much at stake.

Ori floated beside me, his form a swirling mass of black mist that seemed to absorb the moonlight rather than reflect it.

It couldn’t speak, but it presence was a comfort, a reminder that I wasn’t completely alone in this.

I wasn’t just walking aimlessly.

Every step I took had purpose, every breath I drew was a step closer to my goal.

I had a plan, though it wasn’t much of one.

The 5th Orc Lord, that has always been my target, which wasn’t a secret.

He was strong, very powerful, and that was exactly why I had been trying to go after him, but my plans was almost destroyed by that Fen guy.

But no matter what, I couldn’t afford to stand still or slack out, to let myself grow complacent.

The world didn’t stop for anyone, and neither could I.

I had to kill or tame him.

It all depends on how it is going to be.

Not just because he was a threat, but because I needed to grow stronger.

Taming him was the main option here, he was too dangerous, too unpredictable, too powerful.

And that is why I needed him.

And if I am left with no choice, I would eliminate him.

I briefly glanced at Ori, his misty form drifting silently beside me.

The road ahead was long, and I knew the challenges waiting for me would be greater than anything I’d faced before.

But I couldn’t afford to waste anymore time, I needed to get stronger.

I had to keep moving, keep pushing forward, no matter how tired I was.

I kept walking, one foot in front of the other, my eyes fixed on the path ahead.

The 5th Orc Lord was out there, and I would find him.

I had to.

Because if I didn’t, if I let this opportunity slip through my fingers, I’d never be strong enough to face whatever is coming to me.

And that wasn’t an option.

Not for me.

Not anymore.

Every step I took was deliberate, my boots crunching against the dirt path as I moved forward.

But i was still tired.

My body ached, my muscles screaming with every movement.

But I couldn’t stop.

Stopping wasn’t still an option.

Not when there was so much I still had to do.

Not when I had so far to go.

I wanted to get stronger.

No, I needed to get stronger.

Anytime I felt exhaustion or doubt creeping in, I used that to remind myself why I started the journey in the first place.

The thought burned in my chest, a fire that refused to be extinguished.

I couldn’t afford to be weak.

Not like the real Sky.

He was always called weak, helpless, always at the mercy of others...

He couldn’t even fight on his own.

I hated hearing people say that.

I hated the way he had let the world push him around, had let others dictate his life.

I don’t want to be like that.

I don’t want to be hopeless just like the way I was when I fought Fen.

"Damnit" I muttered loudly.

In this world people die pointlessly, meaninglessly.

People died every day, their lives snuffed out like candles in the wind.

I’d seen it happen too many times to count.

One moment, they were there, living, breathing, fighting.

And the next, they were gone.

Just like that.

No warning, no grand purpose.

Just... gone.

What is the difference between being hopeless and dying.

Just because I can’t die doesn’t mean I wasn’t hopeless in front of Fen.

I swear I would get strong enough to face whatever this damned world throw at me, but I ain’t going to be hopeless again.

I need to be strong...

That’s why I had to fight.

That’s why I have to tame the strongest monsters in this world.

I couldn’t settle for anything less.

Weakness wasn’t an option.

Not in this world.

Not if I wanted to survive.

As I walked, my eyes scanned the forest around me, searching for any sign of what I was looking for.

The 5th Orc Lord.

He was out there still injured, probably still waiting for his minions to bring him healing potion.

But truly I knew that is useless to him, he is strong enough to withstand any injury.

Taking him down wouldn’t be easy, but it was necessary.

If I could tame him, then I’d be one step closer to being the strongest.

And then, just as I was about to take another step, I saw it.

There, in the distance, barely visible through the trees, was what I’d been looking for.

A small cave.

And a portal at the entrance.

Goblins and Orcs where entering into a portal, and as they entered the portal closed.

My heart skipped a beat, my breath catching in my throat.

This was the moment I’d been preparing for.

The moment that would determine whether I was strong enough to keep going, or if I’d end up just another casualty in this unforgiving world.

The 5th Orc Lord City entrance.

The place where he would probably be.

I crouched low, my eyes scanning the area for any signs of movement.

The small cave entrance was just ahead, barely visible through the thick underbrush.

This was it, the place where the portal appeared.

But I couldn’t just waltz in.

I had to be smart about this.

I took a deep breath, steadying my nerves, and then I ran.

My legs moved faster than I thought possible, the ground blurring beneath me as I sprinted toward the cave.

The wind whipped past my face, cold and sharp, but I didn’t slow down.

I couldn’t.

Every second counted.

When I reached the cave, I skidded to a stop, my chest heaving as I caught my breath.

I stood there, waiting, expecting the portal to open.

But nothing happened.

The air remained still, the cave entrance just a dark, gaping hole in the rock.

Confusion flickered through me, followed by a sinking feeling in my gut.

Why wasn’t it opening?

I frowned, my mind racing as I tried to figure it out.

And then it hit me.

The portal wasn’t meant for me.

It was designed to open only for goblins and orcs.

Of course.

It made sense, why would they make it easy for outsiders to waltz in?

I clenched my fists, frustration bubbling up inside me.

This wasn’t going to be as simple as I’d hoped.

But I couldn’t afford to waste time being angry.

I needed a plan, and I needed one fast.

I glanced around, my eyes landing on a nearby bush.

It wasn’t much, but it would have to do.

I moved quickly, ducking behind the bush and crouching low.

Ori, ever the silent companion, melted into the shadows nearby, his misty form blending seamlessly with the darkness.

My plan was simple, wait for a group of goblins and orcs to show up.

They’d have to open the portal eventually, and when they did, I’d find a way to slip in unnoticed.

It wasn’t the most foolproof plan, but it was the best I had.

***

The minutes dragged by, each one feeling longer than the last.

My legs started to cramp from crouching for so long, but I didn’t dare move.

I had to stay hidden. I had to be patient.

And then I heard it, the low rumble of engines, followed by the unmistakable chattering of goblin voices.

My heart leapt in my chest, adrenaline surging through my veins.

This was it.

I peered through the leaves of the bush, my eyes narrowing as two trucks came into view.

They were just like the one I’d been kept in before, one for hostages, the other for the goblins themselves.

The trucks rolled to a stop near the cave entrance, and the goblins began piling out, their voices loud and grating.

I watched closely, my mind racing as I tried to figure out how to get into the hostages’ truck without being seen.

And then it hit me.

"Ori," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "Wrap yourself around me."

Without hesitation, Ori’s misty form flowed toward me, enveloping my body like a second skin.

The sensation was strange, but not unpleasant.

It was like being wrapped in a cool, shadowy blanket.

I stood slowly, testing my movements.

To my relief, the shadows clung to me, masking my presence completely.

I took a cautious step forward, then another.

The goblins were still busy, their attention focused on the cave entrance.

None of them noticed me as I crept toward the hostages’ truck.

The back of the truck was slightly open, just enough for me to slip inside.

I moved quickly, my movements silent and deliberate.

As I climbed in, I glanced around, taking in the dim interior.

The hostages were huddled together, their faces pale and frightened, but none of them seemed to notice me.

I crouched low, my breath coming in shallow gasps as I waited.

The goblins’ voices grew louder as they approached the truck, and I tensed, ready to move if necessary.

But they didn’t check inside.

They just closed the back, sealing me in with the others.

A moment later, the engine roared to life, and the truck began to move.

I felt a strange shift in the air, a tingling sensation that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.

The portal had opened.

We were in.