The Useless Extra Knows It All....But Does He?

Chapter 460: Chapter 459 - The Abyss Silencing Sword

The atmosphere throughout the collapsing sanctuary felt increasingly unreal with every passing second.

Ancient chains continued breaking somewhere within the abyss below while countless crimson eyes stared upward from the darkness like stars scattered across a corrupted sky. The mountain trembled beneath the strain of containing an existence that should never have awakened, while fragments of ancient ruins continued falling endlessly into the void beneath them.

And standing before all of it—

The Vice Dean remained calm.

His silver hair drifted gently in the currents of mana flooding the battlefield while the simple sword in his hand reflected faint traces of light from the collapsing sanctuary around him.

The sight should have been reassuring.

It should have calmed Luca.

Instead—

It only deepened the unease growing within him.

Because something was wrong.

Very wrong.

Luca’s eyes remained fixed upon the Vice Dean while countless thoughts raced through his mind.

How...?

The question refused to leave him.

How is he here?

Over the years, Luca had played through the story more times than he could count.

He had completed every route.

Every hidden quest.

Every secret ending.

He had uncovered lore buried so deeply that most players never even knew it existed.

He knew the major heroes.

The villains.

The hidden bosses.

The forgotten ruins.

The ancient histories.

And yet—

He had never seen this man.

Not once.

Not a single mention.

Not a single appearance.

Not a single hidden record.

Nothing.

The realization sent a chill through him.

Because that should have been impossible.

Someone possessing this level of strength could not simply disappear from history.

The Vice Dean was clearly among the strongest individuals Luca had ever witnessed.

Perhaps even stronger than many legendary figures he remembered from the game itself.

Yet in every playthrough—

Every timeline—

This man had never existed.

Or at least—

Luca had never encountered him.

What changed...?

The question lingered heavily within his thoughts.

Had his actions somehow altered the world this drastically?

Or had this person always existed beyond the parts of history shown within the game?

The more Luca thought about it—

The less certain he became.

And for perhaps the first time since arriving in this world, a frightening realization surfaced.

Maybe his knowledge had never been complete.

Maybe the story he believed he understood had always been only a fraction of the truth.

The thought left him strangely unsettled.

Meanwhile, the battlefield continued changing.

The gigantic form rising from the abyss emerged further into view.

More chains shattered.

More seals collapsed.

Ancient runes exploded into fragments of fading golden light while enormous limbs continued pulling themselves free from the darkness below.

The scale of it remained impossible to comprehend.

Every movement caused the mountain to shake.

Every breath released by the creature sent waves of corrupted mana flooding throughout the sanctuary.

And yet—

The Vice Dean simply watched.

Patiently.

Silently.

As though allowing an inevitable process to finish.

The chained figure observed the scene with visible satisfaction.

"It seems the prison has finally reached its limit."

Its voice carried unmistakable delight.

The silver-haired figure standing near the fractured tear in reality released another tired sigh.

"Your optimism remains exhausting."

The chained being laughed.

A genuine laugh this time.

The sound echoed throughout the sanctuary.

"You always were the pessimistic one."

Luca blinked.

The exchange immediately caught his attention.

Not because of the words themselves.

But because of the familiarity hidden within them.

These two knew each other.

Not as enemies meeting for the first time.

Not as strangers.

As individuals who had spoken countless times before.

Perhaps centuries ago.

Perhaps longer.

The realization only added more questions to the endless pile already forming inside Luca’s mind.

Unfortunately—

The universe seemed determined to provide no answers.

Because at that exact moment—

The creature emerging from the abyss moved.

Not violently.

Not suddenly.

Simply—

Moved.

Its enormous hand slowly reached upward.

And the entire mountain screamed.

Deep cracks spread throughout the sanctuary.

The walls shattered.

The ceiling collapsed.

Several remaining support structures exploded apart beneath overwhelming pressure.

For a brief moment, it appeared as though the entire mountain would simply cease to exist.

Then—

The Vice Dean stepped forward.

One step.

Nothing more.

The simple motion caused every eye on the battlefield to shift toward him.

The students.

The professors.

The chained figure.

The silver-haired figure.

Even the countless crimson eyes hidden within the abyss.

Everyone watched.

The Vice Dean slowly raised his sword.

Then pointed it toward the awakening nightmare below.

His expression remained calm.

Almost bored.

As though what stood before him was troublesome rather than terrifying.

Then he spoke.

A single sentence.

Quiet.

Simple.

Yet carrying enough authority to silence the entire battlefield.

"You have caused enough problems for one day."

The abyss shook.

And for the first time—

The enormous creature paused.

The moment the Vice Dean spoke, the entire battlefield seemed to hold its breath.

The awakening creature paused.

Not for long.

Not completely.

Yet even that brief hesitation sent a chill through every person present.

Because until now, the thing emerging from the abyss had appeared unstoppable. Ancient chains had shattered. Seals forged during forgotten ages had collapsed. Corrupted mana had flooded the sanctuary like an endless ocean consuming everything in its path.

Nothing had slowed it.

Nothing had deterred it.

And yet—

The Vice Dean’s simple words had made it stop.

The silence that followed felt heavier than any explosion.

Luca stood amidst the ruined sanctuary, his eyes fixed upon the colossal creature emerging from the abyss while his thoughts churned endlessly.

Every instinct told him he should be terrified.

And he was.

But alongside that fear lingered another emotion.

Curiosity.

Because no matter how many times he looked at the Vice Dean, he could not reconcile his existence with any memory from his countless playthroughs.

It was as though an entirely new piece of history had suddenly appeared before him.

A piece so significant that it should have been impossible to miss.

Yet here it was.

Standing before an ancient calamity and treating it like an inconvenience.

The creature below finally moved again.

Slowly.

Deliberately.

The enormous crimson eyes shifted upward toward the Vice Dean while corrupted mana churned violently throughout the abyss.

The pressure increased.

Ancient stone disintegrated.

The remaining chains groaned.

And then—

A voice emerged from the darkness.

Deep.

Ancient.

Monstrous.

Every word seemed to shake reality itself.

"You..."

The single syllable echoed throughout the sanctuary.

The gigantic eyes narrowed.

"Still stand in my way."

Luca immediately noticed something strange.

The creature knew him.

Not by name.

Not personally.

But it knew the Vice Dean.

The familiarity hidden within its voice was impossible to miss.

The Vice Dean’s expression remained calm.

"If I had a choice, I would much rather be enjoying tea."

The absurdity of the response caused Eric to stare blankly.

Even John looked momentarily stunned.

The world was ending.

Ancient horrors were awakening.

And the Vice Dean was talking about tea.

The chained figure laughed loudly.

A genuine laugh.

One filled with amusement.

"You have not changed at all."

The Vice Dean glanced toward the chained being.

"That is because someone needs to remain sensible."

The chained figure rolled its eyes.

Actually rolled its eyes.

The gesture felt so absurdly human that several students nearly forgot they were speaking to ancient beings older than recorded history.

Then—

The silver-haired figure spoke.

"The students need to leave."

Their voice carried far more urgency than before.

The Vice Dean nodded immediately.

"I know."

The silver-haired figure frowned.

"No."

For the first time, genuine concern entered their voice.

"I do not think you understand."

The battlefield grew silent.

The Vice Dean’s gaze sharpened slightly.

The silver-haired figure slowly turned toward the abyss.

Toward the awakening creature.

Toward the endless corruption.

Then finally—

Toward Luca.

The movement did not go unnoticed.

Neither by the Vice Dean.

Nor by the chained figure.

Nor by the thing beneath the abyss.

And suddenly—

Every eye in the sanctuary seemed to focus upon Luca once again.

A cold sensation ran down his spine.

The silver-haired figure closed their eyes briefly.

As though debating whether to say something.

As though struggling against a decision.

Then they opened them once more.

And spoke.

"This is no longer about the prison."

The atmosphere shifted.

The chained figure’s smile widened.

The Vice Dean’s expression became serious.

Even the gigantic creature beneath the abyss stopped moving.

The silver-haired figure’s gaze never left Luca.

"It stopped being about the prison the moment he arrived."

Luca felt his heart skip a beat.

Around him, everyone froze.

Adrian.

Seraphina.

Sylthara.

Lilliane.

Eric.

Every single person present.

The Vice Dean’s eyes narrowed.

The chained figure began laughing again.

And for reasons he could not explain—

Luca suddenly felt as though the entire world had become very interested in him.

Then—

The mountain shook.

Not because of the abyss.

Not because of the awakening creature.

Something else.

A pulse.

A distant pulse.

Far away.

Yet growing stronger.

The Vice Dean immediately turned toward the horizon.

For the first time since his arrival—

A trace of surprise appeared on his face.

The silver-haired figure sighed.

The chained being smiled.

And beneath the abyss—

The ancient creature laughed.

The sound echoed across the battlefield like thunder.

Because whatever had just awakened—

Was approaching.