Extra To Protagonist
Chapter 116 - 116: The Others (4)

They passed through the door.

Merlin was first.

Then Dion.

Then Mae.

Then Flint.

But when the stone closed behind them—

It closed between them.

System pinged.

[Chamber Type: Fracture Mirror]

[Individual Isolation Enacted]

[Trial Objective: Endure or Surrender]

[The Messenger dims the lights.]

[The Grin Beneath the Mask giggles. Twice.]

[The Huntress does not approve.]

Merlin didn't panic.

Not immediately.

Just blinked.

Stone around him.

Same corridor but no exits.

No sound.

Just… him.

And a mirror.

He stepped closer.

Not to admire himself.

That would've been stupid.

No, this mirror wasn't just glass.

It rippled when he moved.

Reflected him, but not perfectly.

His mirror-self had no system light behind the eyes.

No tension in the shoulders.

No faint buzz of wind around the coat hem.

This Merlin looked… free.

He hated it.

Then it spoke.

"What are you when they stop needing you?"

Merlin didn't respond.

The mirror leaned forward, no motion. Just became closer.

"What if they find out you're not the smartest? Not the strongest? What if Elara realizes you're scared half the time? That Nathan's already wondering why you're always ten steps ahead but never tell him why?"

Merlin stepped back.

System pulsed.

[Warning: Emotional integrity breach risk.]

[The gods observe. Your threads quiver.]

The mirror-Merlin smiled.

Not cruel.

Just… sad.

"They don't follow you because they trust you. They follow you because they don't know the truth."

He clenched his fists.

Wind stirred under his skin.

"No weapon," the mirror said. "No running. No cheating. Just truth."

Merlin said nothing.

Because part of him agreed.

And the room knew it.

Meanwhile Dion's room was louder.

It didn't have mirrors.

It had voices.

His father.

An instructor.

Someone he watched die once and never told anyone about.

They all spoke in turns.

Each line a needle.

"You're clever, sure. But shallow."

"Everyone laughs with you because they don't want to look deeper."

"No one's watching your back. They're waiting for you to fail."

He grinned the whole time.

Didn't move.

Didn't cry.

Just said, "Tell me something I don't know."

But his fingers twitched.

And the smile hurt.

Mae's room was a cave.

No light.

Only sounds.

Footsteps.

Hers.

And hers alone.

Because no one followed.

Not then.

Not now.

Because in her world?

Silence wasn't peaceful.

It was abandonment.

Flint's room didn't speak.

It just showed him a single scene.

A blade.

A throat.

A girl.

His hand.

No gods laughed.

They just watched.

Because Flint didn't break.

He just… stared.

And the silence clung to him like blood.

—

The mirror moved again.

Not a step.

Not a ripple.

Just closer.

Like it forgot how reflection worked.

The voice didn't echo.

Didn't distort.

It sounded exactly like him.

"You don't belong here," it said.

Merlin didn't blink.

"You weren't chosen. Not really. Dropped. Planted. Like a bug in the system."

Still no response.

"And now you're pretending it's destiny. As if your system isn't just a crutch you won't admit you're leaning on."

Merlin exhaled slowly through his nose.

The wind beneath his skin stilled.

Not gone.

Just waiting.

The mirror tilted its head. "Why not let them in? Just once. Tell them. About the other world. About how all this is borrowed."

Silence.

"You're so scared they'll leave if they know. But they're already leaving, aren't they? Elara's watching too closely. Nathan doesn't ask anymore. And the rest? You keep them at arm's length because you don't think they're real enough to matter."

His jaw twitched.

Only once.

[System Alert: User restraint threshold reached.]

[Warning: Internal conflict alignment rising.]

[The Messenger remains silent.]

The mirror took another non-step forward.

Its eyes weren't glowing.

But they were aware.

"You're not trying to survive," it said, softer now.

"You're trying to prove you deserve to."

That one landed.

He didn't show it.

But it did.

The mirror smiled slowly. Not cruel.

Just… correct.

Then it said the one thing that almost broke him.

"You miss home."

He finally spoke.

One word.

"Shut up."

The mirror leaned in.

"Which one?"

[Pressure spike detected.]

Merlin inhaled.

Held it.

Closed his eyes.

And thought of three people.

Nathan.

Elara.

Seraphina.

He didn't summon images.

Just their voices.

The way Nathan talked too much.

The way Elara didn't need to.

The way Seraph's silence didn't feel empty.

He opened his eyes.

Looked at the mirror.

Spoke calmly.

"I know I'm not supposed to be here."

Pause.

"I know I'm a replacement."

Longer pause.

"I don't care."

The mirror twitched.

And for the first time, it flinched.

"I don't need to belong. I just need to be enough. And if the gods want to test that? Fine. Let them."

The wind cracked around his boots.

Not loud. Just certain.

"I've lied. I've hidden. I've pushed everyone away."

Another breath.

"But I'm still here."

He stepped forward.

The mirror didn't move.

"I'm not afraid of what I am," Merlin said. "I'm afraid of what happens if I stop. So I won't."

He placed his hand on the glass.

The reflection didn't match anymore.

Because this version of him wasn't hiding.

And the mirror?

It cracked.

One slow fracture down the middle.

System pinged.

[Chamber Integrity Collapse: 83%]

[Psychological trial: Stable Response Achieved]

[The Messenger whispers.]

[You may proceed.]

The door opened behind him.

He didn't look back at the glass.

Didn't need to.

Because it wasn't him anymore.

Just the version that lost.

And Merlin wasn't planning on losing.

—

The door opened behind him.

No fanfare.

No light.

Just a hiss of pressure giving way.

Merlin stepped through.

One foot.

Then the next.

The stone was cooler here.

Different corridor.

Different floor texture.

Same weight in the air.

He didn't sigh.

Didn't allow that much noise.

He just stopped three paces from the door and looked around.

Empty.

No Dion.

No Mae.

No Flint.

Just more labyrinth.

[Psychological Trial Complete]

[Participant: Merlin Everhart]

[Stability Rating: 91%]

[Behavior: Controlled Exposure / Low Verbal Yield / High Containment]

[The Messenger adjusts his sleeves.]

[The Huntress marks the result with a blade.]

[The Grin Beneath the Mask tosses a coin into nothing.]

He ran a hand through his hair.

Still damp.

Still wind-fringed.

He took three steps forward.

Sat on the edge of a low stone ledge built into the wall.

Not to rest.

To wait.

The trial wasn't over.

It was just letting him breathe so he could feel how much tension he was holding.

He looked at his hand.

Flexed the fingers once.

'Not shaking.'

'Good.'

He leaned back slightly, keeping one foot forward in case something decided to rush him from a corridor he hadn't noticed yet.

The system stayed quiet.

Which was almost worse.

He closed his eyes for a second.

Not sleep.

Just… pause.

Elara would have called it 'centering.'

Nathan would have called it 'being weird again.'

Seraph would've just watched, quietly, like always.

A flicker of movement made him snap back.

Not danger.

Just another door.

Hissing open.

Still too far to see clearly.

He stood.

Didn't draw a weapon.

Just waited.

One shape stepped out.

The door hissed open.

Same slow breath.

Same stone shifting like it remembered how to pretend it wasn't alive.

Merlin stood still.

Didn't move.

Didn't reach for anything.

Just watched.

Flint stepped through.

No stagger.

No hesitation.

Same calm steps.

Same black coat.

Same hands tucked loose at his sides like they weren't built to snap throats.

But Merlin noticed it immediately.

His breathing.

Too even.

Too deliberate.

Like someone had taught him how to fake peace in three minutes.

Flint looked at him.

Didn't speak.

Merlin didn't either.

Not yet.

They just… stared at each other.

Silence stretched.

Then Flint finally spoke up.

"So it wasn't just me."

Merlin tilted his head slightly. "No. Obviously"

Pause.

Flint looked past him. At the corridor. The walls. The lack of monsters.

Then said, "How bad?"

Merlin answered without thinking.

"Cracked mirror. Personal insults. Identity unraveling. Nothing I couldn't tank."

Another pause.

Then Flint gave the smallest nod.

"Same."

Which was a lie.

Merlin didn't press.

He could see it in the angle of Flint's shoulders.

The stiffness in how he stood, like his bones didn't belong to him.

The psychological trial didn't break him.

But it peeled something off.

And Merlin wasn't sure if what was left was more stable… or more dangerous.

Flint finally walked forward. Stopped near the opposite wall.

Didn't sit.

Just leaned.

One foot braced. Eyes half-lidded. Hands still.

Merlin spoke again.

"You passed."

Flint didn't answer.

He didn't need to.

He was still here.

That was the proof.

The system pulsed.

[Participant: Flint]

[Stability Rating: 76%]

[Behavior: Composed Containment / Emotional Displacement]

[Risk Factor: Elevated]

[The Messenger watches with interest.]

[The Huntress narrows her eyes.]

[The Grin Beneath the Mask puts away his coin.]

Merlin exhaled once.

Quiet.

Because this wasn't over.

Two more hadn't come through.

And every second they didn't?

The odds shifted.

And Flint?

Still hadn't blinked at all. He was looking at Lindarion like a lost puppy.