How to Survive as a Trash Extra Villain

Chapter 119

[We must unite our strength! Individual power won’t work against this demon lord! Mages of the same element, group together!]

We headed beyond Class A’s classroom to the farthest point.

[Melee fighters, draw his attention! Cling to him annoyingly! Survive like mosquitoes!]

I set Hailey down. No time. I set up a tripod, placing my shotgun on it.

[Just a bit! Buy a bit more time! Until I prepare my trump card!]

I grew impatient. Frustratingly, Gilbert was betting his name on me.

A massive fire pillar engulfed half of Brahmus' body. Wind turned it into a blade-like inferno, and a giant wedge struck from above.

Brahmus emerged through the smoke, enraged. It had some effect, but.

[Annoying…! I’ll kill them all! Vermin…!]

Mediocre damage. Brahmus opened his mouth wide. The demon lord’s wrath threatened to engulf all.

[Please, Martin…!]

A mic clattered. Gilbert had joined the battlefield.

No time.

"Cadet Martin."

Hailey, wide-eyed, spoke.

"Gilbert’s trump card… it’s you!"

She gathered her magic, asking what to do.

"Cast a concealment spell."

"Got it!"

As Hailey cast, plants grew, forming a domed barrier.

Nature magic, seeking harmony, was top-tier for concealment.

I steadied my breath. And.

Stellar Force (Lv 10) responded to your noble will. But beware. Holy power will test your worthiness.

I didn’t know what the test was, but I couldn’t back down!

Cosmos' divinity, symbolizing cosmic order, enveloped me. I vividly felt it flow through the barrel, gathering at the diamond bullet’s tip.

A transcendent process of condensing cosmic order into the warhead.

‘I can do it.’

Stellar force layered over the warhead. Once, twice, three times… at the fifth, it cracked and shattered.

Stellar force scattered.

A recoil hit my body, wielding the force.

"Urk!"

I looked ahead. Brahmus was closing his wide-open mouth. A five-story academy building vanished whole.

In that moment… I saw a human shape disappear. Dead or dodged?

‘Again…! Again! Hurry!’

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen…!

The process repeated, tedious. But I couldn’t think that. The moment I did, focus broke.

"Cough!"

I failed again at twenty. Recoil hit. My insides ached like a pulled muscle.

‘It’s fine. It’s fine. Don’t panic…!’

Injecting and compressing stellar force into the bullet required trance-like focus and delicacy.

Not something to do while gripped by fear.

…Afraid?

…Of what?

Was I afraid? Of Demon Lord Brahmus? Probably. Understandably.

…No, what I feared…

A breeze blew.

I opened my hand holding the shotgun. The heavy imprint and cold sweat cooled in the wind.

"Master."

Lilac’s voice echoed like a hallucination.

She was waiting. If I failed, I’d never see her again…

Lost in illusion, I slapped my cheek. My mind snapped back to reality.

"Snap out of it…!"

Did I know how many would die from this hesitation?!

If I didn’t stop him here, who knew how far and deep the fallout would spread?!

‘…Work, Know-It-All. And Wild Instinct.’

Know-It-All (Lv 4) artificially manipulated thoughts, blocking all distractions except sniping Brahmus.

Wild Instinct (Lv 4) artificially manipulated senses, blocking all emotions except aiming and hitting the target.

My spiky, sea urchin-like thoughts and mind began to calm.

‘Breathe.’

I inhaled, intent on absorbing oxygen—essential for life—and all the world’s energies.

I exhaled, purging all impurities from my body.

My lungs filled until my diaphragm ached, then emptied until nothing remained.

In that fullness and emptiness, I sought cosmic order.

Stellar Force (Lv 10)’s master, moved by your desperate composure, granted a vast amount of stellar force!

Cosmos' divinity filled me. An immense amount filled my body, the gun, and the finest holy diamond bullet.

My fear… sublimated into a resolve to protect someone precious. The one person who believed in me from the start, now, and forever. Thanks to Lilac.

"…!"

Beside me, Hailey gritted her teeth, casting spells repeatedly. She struggled to suppress the overwhelming presence of my stellar force.

I could only hope she held on.

I inhaled slowly, aspiring to absorb oxygen and all worldly energies.

I exhaled, with the nirvana-like intent of expelling all impurities.

My heartbeat slowed, my blood felt frozen. In the academy’s chaos, I became an emotionless machine, aligning my eye with the shotgun’s sight.

Stellar Force resonated with your singular focus.

Cosmic order’s white light enveloped me. A colossal, unprecedented power uplifted my spirit to ecstasy.

I gripped my wavering mind under this grand providence.

Eyes wide, I focused on one thing.

Cast aside all distractions and focus on one thing.

Demon Lord Brahmus. An unstoppable colossal beast.

What do you desire?

His annihilation.

Stellar Force will meet your expectations.

Rosary of Grace tirelessly drew stellar force.

In a trance-like world, only Brahmus and I remained. I waited for the moment.

In endless silence, I was a machine awaiting an electric signal, layering stellar force upon stellar force.

The moment came.

***

[Ha, haha…! Tasty! Gluttony…!]

Brahmus' roar sent cadets tumbling. Building windows cracked loudly.

"Hold!"

Bord charged as the shockwave subsided. He blocked Brahmus' massive hand with a hastily summoned Frontkeeper, but the giant was crushed and vanished.

"Aaaah!"

The beast’s hand swung unabated, demolishing an academy building. The scream of a cadet crushed by debris was chilling.

Bord gritted his teeth and turned. He couldn’t bear not saving them.

"Uwaaa! Aaaaah!"

A cadet, one leg trapped under debris, wailed, tears and snot streaming.

Bord hesitated. A familiar face. A noble-born but timid child. Skilled in sword and magic but preferred flowers and animals.

Matthew.

‘Horrible…!’

Bord shouted sternly.

"Snap out of it! As an academy cadet, stay rational!"

He slapped Matthew’s cheek. Matthew’s expression was like a sinner begging salvation from hell’s depths.

"Uwaa! Young Lord! Save me, please! My leg! It hurts so much!"

"Get a grip! I’ll lift the debris, so crawl out somehow!"

Without waiting for a reply, Bord stood before a bear-sized boulder. Other debris atop made lifting difficult.

Squeezing all his mana, it might be possible. But drawing that monster’s attention would be better…

"Huff…"

But I was a noble of the Four Great Ducal Families, Tauforos. A model of nobility, devoted as much as my power, wealth, and honor demanded.

Ignoring a cadet in peril would be profound self-betrayal.

"Hraaaah!"

Bord summoned all his mana, gripping the boulder.

Nobles must succeed. Protecting the vulnerable was their paramount duty.

The massive debris slowly lifted.

Veins bulged, skin reddened. He gritted his teeth and shouted.

"Get out…! Hurry…!"

Confirming Matthew crawling out, Bord stepped back, lowering the debris. A boom sounded as he approached Matthew.

"Matthew! Pull yourself together! Cadet Matthew!"

"Ugh, ughhh, Cadet Bord…! Uwaaa…!"

Matthew clung to Bord’s arms.

"I’m scared! So scared…! Save me…! This is hell!"

"Damn…!"

Panic. Swallowed by fear, he was useless as a fighter. Bord saw his mangled leg. Even sane, he’d be no help.

"What’s happening…?"

Bord turned to Brahmus, still intact. The gluttonous throne, happily devouring, was truly a calamity.

‘Helpless.’

Nothing could be done. Nothing worked against this demon.

‘Futile.’

All his learned knowledge and martial skills were useless.

Born a son of the Four Great Ducal Families, he’d acted to avoid shaming his house, strived for goodness, and dreamed of being the empire’s shield.

All that was powerless before this overwhelming violence.

‘Father.’

The charisma too daunting to meet his gaze. Would the current duke, the empire’s greatest shield, have made a difference here?

Was I not enough…?

"Bord!"

Gilbert ran from afar.

"Gilbert?"

"Throw me! You can do it, right?!"

Bord, dazed, soon grinned.

My father, absent even at my award ceremony, wasn’t here. But I had a friend I’d chosen as a comrade.

A bold, slightly unhinged, yet courageous and reliable friend who stormed the broadcast room, declaring a trump card and asking for time!

"Of course!"

A mana giant rose from Bord’s body. Frontkeeper drew its hand back, like preparing a shot put.

"Come, Gilbert!"

"Here I go!"

Gilbert leapt onto Frontkeeper’s grip.

"Hraaaah!"

Bord thrust his hand forward, and Frontkeeper followed. Gilbert’s body shot like a cannonball with the giant’s force.

[I’ll swallow all! Hungry…!]

Brahmus' bliss soared indescribably.

[Paradise…! Eden…! Fill me more, more, more, more, more!]

Devouring academy buildings one by one, Brahmus chuckled.