Extra To Protagonist
Chapter 115 - 115: The Others (3)

It stood.

Not fast. Not loud.

Just one long, grinding motion. Like stone remembering how to be a spine.

The Faceless Retainer's arms unfolded.

Not raised.

Not wide.

Just out enough to say, they shouldn't try him.

Merlin didn't move.

No one did.

Even Dion's usual sarcasm curled up and died in the back of his throat.

Mae stared straight ahead, face pale, fingers curled tight around the key like it was a promise.

Flint's hand still hovered near his coat.

That was the problem.

"Flint," Merlin said, voice low. Not commanding. Just… factual.

"Yeah?" Calm. Too calm.

"Move that hand and we die."

"Do we?"

"Yes."

The Faceless Retainer shifted one step forward.

It didn't walk.

It didn't lunge.

It just stepped.

And the room shrank.

System pinged.

[Trigger Threshold: 78%]

[Division Detected: Verbal Tension Escalating]

[Faceless Retainer entering Reactive Posture]

[The Huntress watches with narrowed eyes.]

[The Grin Beneath the Mask leans forward.]

Merlin's jaw tightened.

'It's not just listening. It's measuring.'

'It wants an excuse.'

Mae spoke.

Soft. Like she was praying to a very tired god.

"Can we back away?"

Merlin shook his head.

"No exits. No doors. No moves unless it makes one."

Flint stepped sideways.

Not back.

Sideways.

The Retainer tilted its head.

That should've been impossible.

No face.

No neck.

Just a shift in pressure.

Dion whispered, "Okay, I've fought a mimic that wore a dead instructor once, and even that was less uncomfortable than this thing."

Merlin didn't laugh.

Didn't even smirk.

He was too busy watching the line.

Because there was one.

Invisible.

But real.

A point where the Faceless Retainer would stop measuring and start enforcing.

[Trigger Threshold: 85%]

'Almost there.'

He could feel it in his bones now.

A pulse.

Mana pressure.

Its aura wasn't oppressive.

It was personal.

Like it didn't care how strong they were.

Only how stupid.

He took a breath.

Spoke slowly.

"No one argues. No one moves fast. No one touches anyone."

Dion gave a small thumbs up.

Mae didn't blink.

Flint?

Still watching him.

Merlin added, "Flint. I know you want to test me."

Pause.

"But if you make a move, I will make sure you don't walk out of here."

Flint smiled.

Tiny.

Just one corner of his mouth.

And lowered his hand.

The Retainer paused.

The room didn't breathe.

Then—

It sat back down.

Same place.

Same motion.

No sound.

Just… settled.

System pulsed.

[Trigger Threshold: Reset]

[Division Withheld. Cohesion Maintained.]

[The Messenger nods.]

[The Huntress looks away.]

[The Chamber holds.]

Merlin exhaled. Finally.

Dion leaned sideways. Whispered, "So that was the tutorial boss, right?"

Mae looked like she might faint.

Flint said nothing.

Merlin didn't relax.

Because the monster wasn't gone.

It was just… waiting.

'And so are the gods.'

—

They didn't move for a long time.

Not far.

Not fast.

Just breathing.

Just surviving the silence that followed not dying.

The Retainer hadn't gone.

It just… returned to its slump.

Like it hadn't stood.

Like it wasn't built to break gods in half.

Merlin didn't take his eyes off it.

"You," he said, voice low. "We're making a plan now. Before this thing gets bored."

Dion raised both hands. "Big fan of planning. Zero interest in improvising death."

Flint stayed quiet.

Still close enough to be a problem.

Mae sat down slowly, cross-legged, arms folded around her knees. Not tired. Just done pretending this place had rules.

Merlin ran a hand through his hair.

Wind still trickled through his limbs. Faint. Background hum.

He whispered, "Okay. No assumptions. No speeches. Just facts."

He pointed.

"You. Dion. What can you do?"

Dion gave a lazy grin. "Directional magic reinforcement. Mostly wind-based. Some reflex boosters. And knife tricks."

Merlin nodded once.

"Fast and annoying."

"Guilty."

He turned to Mae. "You?"

She hesitated. Then finally spoke up.

"I see pressure points. Magical. Emotional. Structural. It's a passive blessing. If something's about to break, I know where."

Merlin's brow twitched.

That was… useful.

She added, "I can't stop anything. Just watch."

He nodded.

Then turned to Flint.

Nothing.

Just two grey eyes and no fear.

Merlin didn't blink.

"You already tried killing me once. Don't lie now."

Flint finally spoke.

"I nullify external abilities within a ten-foot radius. Doesn't cancel mana. Just stops active god-favor skills. Anything gifted, not earned."

Silence.

Merlin processed.

Dion winced. "Oof. So you're a teamkiller with a built-in sabotage field. That's nice."

"I'm not here to help you," Flint said flatly.

"I noticed," Merlin replied.

He stepped back.

Started pacing in a tight line, eyes flicking between the exits, the Retainer, and the room's edges.

"Okay," he muttered. "We're too unstable to fight together. That thing responds to discord. Which means we're walking through a maze that punishes group failure."

Mae looked up. "So we split?"

"No," Merlin said. "We fake unity."

Dion grinned. "Elaborate."

"We don't fight as a team. We move as one. No arguments. No shouting. Clear roles. I call direction. Mae calls danger. Dion handles speed. Flint stays behind us."

Flint narrowed his eyes. "Why behind?"

"Because if you touch anyone's divine bonus, I'll throw you through a wall."

Silence.

"…Fair."

Mae blinked. "What about you?"

Merlin rolled his shoulder.

Wind coiled up his arm.

Space hummed underfoot.

Time danced at the edge of his vision like a second heartbeat.

"Control," he said.

Dion raised an eyebrow. "You're the tactician and the controller?"

"Unless you've got a backup space-time specialist hiding in your pockets, yes."

Mae almost smiled.

System pinged.

[Group Synchronization Recognized]

[Behavioral Alignment Score: 53%]

[Threshold Reached: Labyrinth Navigation Permissions Unlocked]

[Retainer remains dormant.]

Merlin turned toward the next exit.

It hadn't been there before.

Just… opened.

Quiet.

Waiting.

Dion cracked his neck. "So… we walk?"

"We walk."

Flint didn't speak.

Mae stood, brushed her hands off, and nodded once.

Merlin took one step forward.

The others followed.

The Retainer did not.

But Merlin could feel it.

Still watching.

Still waiting for the cracks to show.

—

The corridor turned.

Not suddenly.

Just… wrong.

Like someone had taken a hallway and folded it in half, then tried to stitch it straight again.

They didn't speak.

Merlin led.

Wind soft at his heels.

Veilstep still flickering low under his skin.

Dion just behind him, spinning his knife on one finger like he needed the motion to stay calm.

Mae followed two steps back, eyes everywhere.

Flint last.

Silent.

Footsteps that made no sound.

The air changed again.

Felt… sharper.

Not colder.

Just thin.

Then the room opened.

It didn't look like a trap.

That's what made it one.

Octagonal.

Smooth stone.

Symbols on the floor, eight glowing runes, spaced evenly in a ring.

One in the center.

No monsters.

Just a door on the far side.

Closed.

Locked.

Smug.

System pinged.

[Puzzle Room: RITE OF THE EIGHT]

[Objective: Each marked must claim a sigil.]

[Penalty for misalignment: Isolation]

[Time limit: 3 minutes]

[The Messenger polishes his glasses.]

[The Huntress steps back.]

[The Grin Beneath the Mask licks a coin.]

Merlin stepped forward once.

Stopped just before the first rune.

Dion whistled. "Classic. The gods love geometry."

Mae walked the perimeter. Quietly. Eyes on the sigils.

Each one glowed a different color.

Red. Blue. Silver. Green. Gold. White. Violet. Black.

Flint didn't move.

Merlin turned. "No sudden jumps. No guesses. We figure it first."

Dion pointed at the colors. "Let me guess—pick the wrong one, it zaps your soul out your nose."

Merlin stared at the center.

Not glowing.

Just stone.

"The one in the middle's the trap."

Mae blinked. "How do you know?"

"Because they put it there."

System pulsed.

[Hint Activated: The faithful stand by what they lack.]

[Time Remaining: 2:43]

Dion squinted. "What does that even mean? Is this a riddle or a motivational poster?"

Mae spoke. "It means we choose based on weakness. Not strength."

Everyone looked at her.

She didn't flinch.

"I can see pressure fractures. And these runes?" She pointed to the gold one. "That one's vibrating. Subtly. It's… compensating."

Flint finally spoke.

"Flawed anchors. Unstable pressure. The trial wants us to admit what we're worst at."

Dion looked personally offended. "So we walk up and announce our L's? I didn't sign up for emotional exposure."

Merlin's brain moved fast.

He stepped toward the blue rune.

Stared.

Mana pulse, faint. Water-aligned.

He crouched.

Brushed his fingers just above it.

His own water affinity was weak. Controlled, but far behind his wind or space.

The sigil pulsed back.

Like it knew.

'…That's it.'

He stood. "We step onto the rune that matches our lowest alignment."

Mae nodded. "Honesty. Not power."

"Gods are dramatic," Dion muttered. "Fine. I'll play."

They split fast.

Merlin, onto blue. Water.

Mae stepped onto gold. Light. She flinched, like even touching it burned.

Dion took green. Earth.

He grinned the whole time. "I suck at being grounded, yeah."

Flint didn't hesitate.

He stepped onto red.

Fire.

It pulsed once.

System pinged.

[All positions accepted.]

[Sync: Perfect.]

[The gods clap—just once.]

[Door unlocked.]

The far wall hissed open.

No blast.

No roar.

Just a quiet breath.

Merlin exhaled.

No relief.

Just readiness.

Dion spun his knife again. "Well. That was almost pleasant."

Merlin walked first. "You say that now."

Because they all knew—

The next room wouldn't ask.

It would just punish.

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