Chapter 78: Another Transmigrator?

Elsewhere, far from gods, soul-oaths and Judgements…

In a world Rael once touched, but no longer occupied…

A different group moved, unaware of how close they walked to something ancient.

Within a dark cave a group of four walked cautiously, led by a boy with brown hair and eyes.

Cedric Korric—the son of baron Korric.

He had been wandering through this forest for three days with his group and Princess Seraphina…

…and yet he hadn’t found the one he wanted to find.

Rael Von Ashborn.

Tch… where is he?

Cedric felt frustrated as no matter how far they searched, Rael was gone.

As if he wasn’t in the forest anymore.

Still, he didn’t give up.

He kept trying and that was when they had found this cave.

Or rather, Lucien did.

Lucien was a childhood friend of Cedric, someone he trusted with his life.

Even though his friend had started acting weird lately…

…especially since he woke up from his awakening trial a few months back.

Cedric had shrugged it off as just side effects of the awakening trial.

Still.

When Lucien had suggested they explore the cave, claiming he sensed something strange and possibly valuable, Cedric hesitated.

It didn’t feel right.

But both Lucien and Seles—his other childhood friend—had backed the idea.

That’s what finally swayed him.

And now… here they were.

Walking deeper into a cave that felt far too quiet.

Most of the monsters they had encountered so far were weak.

Weaker than the ones outside.

That should’ve been reassuring.

But it wasn’t.

In fact, it unsettled Cedric more than he liked to admit.

His instincts weren’t screaming but they whispered.

Something was wrong.

His eyes moved to Lucien and Seles, walking cautiously at the front of the group.

And then behind them, to the center of their formation.

The Princess.

She was his responsibility.

Young Miss Viola had entrusted her safety to him personally and Cedric had every intention of getting her out of this forest alive.

But there was something about the princess that gnawed at him.

Something that didn’t sit right.

She moved like a puppet on invisible strings.

Not once had she questioned him.

She obeyed everything he said.

Not out of trust or respect.

But as if she had no will of her own.

Just then, Cedric’s sharp senses picked up a movement.

“Stop.” He muttered softly.

The group halted immediately, their bodies falling into practiced formation.

Then they saw them.

A small pack of monsters coming out of the shadows, their eyes glowing faintly in the dim light.

Low-level beasts, by the looks of them.

Without hesitation, Cedric stepped forward, drawing his sword in a smooth motion.

“Princess, cover me from the rear with support spells.”

She nodded wordlessly, already channeling mana between her palms.

“Lucien,” he said, his tone commanding. “Take the two on the left.”

“Seles, with me. We go for the big one.”

The ground trembled slightly as something heavier stepped forward in the back, larger than the others.

The leader.

The Boss.

Cedric narrowed his eyes.

He didn’t know why monsters this weak felt so wrong…

…but he intended to find out after they were dead.

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Lucien jumped immediately at the nearest monster with a smirk on his face.

Tch. Low level mobs.

Not even worth much exp.

His spear moved in a clean and practiced arc.

He could’ve ended these monsters in an instant.

But he didn’t.

He held back.

Because he had a part to play…

The part of the dependable but slightly clumsy friend.

Because that’s what Lucien would’ve done.

The truth?

Lucien was dead. He had been for months now. Ever since the Awakening Trial devoured his soul.

The body remained, but the one moving it now… was someone else entirely.

Lucas.

A hardcore gamer.

A VR addict.

A nobody with nothing left to lose.

He died mid-login after being electrocuted in his capsule, just seconds before diving into the only world that ever made sense to him.

For Lucas, this wasn’t just a game.

It was all he had.

His parents were gone.

The insurance barely covered tuition and even that felt like a scam.

So he dropped out.

Said screw it and took what little money he had left, bought a high-end VR capsule… and decided to burn through it all inside before checking out of the world for good.

He planned it all.

He streamed every second and spent like a madman.

He was going to play until the money ran out…

And then disappear from the world.

A quiet, digital suicide.

But then…

The stream went viral.

Viewers came for the drama, stayed for the chaos and donated like lunatics.

And Lucas played like a god.

He climbed ranks, crushed records and tore through the game like it was wired into his blood.

He was fast, brutal and brilliant.

The #1 player in a game he never planned to survive.

And then…

Just when he wanted to not die anymore…

He died.

And somehow, by the cruel comedy of fate or the twisted mercy of the world itself…

He woke up here.

In this world.

The very game he played.

Legacy Rewritten.

The game which had made him addicted.

But it wasn’t a game now.

This was real.

And he wasn’t here to play a hero.

Lucas never wanted to save the world.

He just wanted to win it.

And when he learned that he had transmigrated into some no-name extra—A side character destined to die quietly in the background,

He didn’t complain or throw a tantrum.

Because tucked away inside this nobody’s soul… was one of the most broken Nexus…

[Lightning Wrath]

A unique rank one.

This cave wasn’t something he had coincidentally found.

It was something he had been looking for since the moment he entered the forest.

In Legacy Rewritten, this wasn’t just some side-zone dungeon or tutorial fodder.

It was an easter egg.

Hidden behind layers was a secret most players missed unless they were obsessive… or desperate.

Lucas had been both.

Deep inside this cave was an artifact.

Not legendary. Not mythical. Not even powerful by game standards.

But special.

Because it didn’t give power.

It gave a choice.

A choice to become Apostle of a strong God.

And in a world governed by systems, prophecies, and paths carved in divine stone…

That was more dangerous than any sword or spell.

Lucas smiled to himself as he killed the last remaining monster.

He didn’t need to save the world.

He just needed to rewrite the rules before anyone realized he was playing a different game.

—

Seraphina watched in silence as her groupmates made quick work of the monsters.

And once again, she stood there—untouched, uninvolved… unnecessary.

Just another piece of luggage in their formation.

A weight they carried out of duty, not choice.

She knew the looks they gave her when they thought she wasn’t watching.

Not cruel.

But like people holding onto a responsibility they hadn’t asked for.

Still, she played her part.

She walked when told. She obeyed when asked. She stayed out of the way.

Because she wanted to survive this forest.

And survival… was not something she could do alone.

Her lips moved in a whisper.

A healing chant, simple but practiced.

Mana gathered in her palms, swirling gently toward the tip of her wand.

It pulsed once, then shot forward in a stream of light.

It arced through the air and struck her teammates just as they were lowering their weapons.

Their wounds, shallow but stinging, healed together beneath her magic.

None of them thanked her.

She hadn’t expected them to.

This wasn’t about gratitude.

It was about staying useful.

And staying alive.

Just then, one of her teammates stormed toward her, with furious eyes.

Seles.

Her clothes were torn across her shoulder with blood staining the edge of her tunic.

Her hair was a tangled mess and her voice filled with rage.

“Why are you so useless?” she spat. “Why didn’t you shield me from that attack?!”

Seraphina stumbled, the wand nearly slipping from her grasp.

“I—I am sorry.” she began but her voice came out too soft and apologetic like it had already accepted guilt.

It was her fault afterall.

She was in charge of support and she had missed casting a shielding spell at that moment.

“Don’t give me that crap,” Seles snapped. “You just stood there while I bled! If Lucien hadn’t jumped in, I would be dead right now!”

Seraphina’s lips parted… but no defense came.

Because how could she explain that she had tried?

That her mana pool was near empty making her reaction a second too late?

She lowered her gaze instead.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered again.

Seles scoffed. “You should be.”

Then she turned, her boots slamming against the cave floor as she rejoined the others.

Seraphina stood still, wand trembling in her hand.

And in that moment, she realized something cruel:

Sometimes surviving wasn’t just about staying alive.

Sometimes… it was about enduring how others looked at you while you did.

And she had to get used to all of this.

Especially in this place… the demon realm where people could die anytime—her status as Princess of Human Empire meant nothing.

After all the true faces of humans are only shown when their life is on the line.

She was merely a name meant to be forgotten in this cold place.

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