The Cursed Extra: Bloodline of Sacrifice

Don't get in my way," Darian growled.

Oliver's eyes narrowed. "Then move faster."

A tense moment passed—then Kaidon suddenly shot forward, his spear aimed at a different enemy.

But just as he was about to land the killing blow—

Zaxen appeared from the shadows, his dagger flashing.

In a blink, Zaxen stole the kill right before Kaidon's spear made contact.

Kaidon froze.

Then whipped around with an expression of pure rage.

"The hell was that, Zaxen?!"

Zaxen twirled his dagger casually, smirking. "You were too slow."

A vein bulged in Kaidon's forehead. His grip on his spear tightened.

This wasn't a team.

It was a pack of wild animals, all fighting to outdo each other.

Marin, the lightning mage, watched the chaos unfold with mild amusement.

"Idiots," she muttered.

But she wasn't any better.

As the next opponent came charging at her, she unleashed a wave of lightning, her magic tearing through the battlefield with blinding speed.

Yet—

Just as her lightning was about to finish off the enemy—

Oliver appeared again.

And in one clean motion, he beheaded the opponent before Marin's magic could do its work.

Marin's eyes twitched.

She turned to Oliver, her voice sharp.

"That was mine."

Oliver gave her a look as if she were beneath him. "You were taking too long."

Her fingers crackled with uncontained electricity.

Oliver didn't care.

The match continued, but their teamwork was falling apart.

They weren't working together.

They were fighting for dominance.

And yet—despite their dysfunction, despite their egos clashing against each other—

They were winning.

Because individually, they were monsters.

Their opponents stood no chance.

.

By now, only two enemies remained.

Darian, Oliver, Kaidon, Marin, and Zaxen stood around them, all five waiting for the final kill.

The opponents—two exhausted fighters—were already on their last legs.

Bloodied. Weakened. Broken.

But none of the five moved.

Because they all wanted the final kill.

Darian cracked his knuckles. "Step aside."

Oliver lifted his blade. "Make me."

Marin's hands surged with lightning. "I'll end them before you can even blink."

Kaidon pointed his spear. "Not happening."

Zaxen simply smiled, his dagger gleaming.

Tension rose.

And then—

They all moved at once.

The battlefield erupted into chaos again.

Not because they were fighting the enemy—

But because they were fighting each other for the last kill.

A perfect display of raw ego.

A team of uncontrollable beasts.

And yet, even in their madness—they were still unstoppable.

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[POV: Caspian]

The meeting room was silent.

My team sat around the table, their faces tense as they absorbed my words.

We had won two out of three matches.

One more to go.

And our last fight wasn't just another match—it was a battle against Darian and Oliver's team.

A team of monsters who were strong enough to crush their opponents, yet arrogant enough to fight amongst themselves.

It was both their greatest strength and their greatest weakness.

And if we wanted to win, we had to exploit that weakness perfectly.

I leaned forward, my fingers tapping against the table.

"That's what we have to do tomorrow," I said. "Fight one-on-one."

The team stayed silent, waiting for me to continue.

"We can't afford to get dragged into chaos. If even one of their fighters slips through, it means our loss. And if we lose, our chances of making it to the knockout stages drop to almost 20%."

Everyone knew what was at stake.

I let them sit with that thought before speaking again.

"Now listen carefully."

I straightened up and began listing our key points.

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The Strategy Against Darren's Team

1. No One Helps Anyone.

Their team fights alone because they want individual glory.

We do the opposite—we hold our ground and never abandon our fights.

2. Exploit Their Ego.

They compete with each other more than they fight as a team.

If we can prolong our fights, their frustration will lead them to start interfering with each other.

3. Target the Weakest Link.

Marin, their lightning mage, is powerful, but not as durable as the others.

Take her out first, and their speed advantage drops.

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"That's it," I finished, standing up. "You all know your roles. Go get some rest. Meet you here tomorrow."

Everyone stood up, their faces set in determination.

But as they left—

I didn't let Kairos leave.

"Kairos."

He stopped at the door.

"…Come here."

His body stiffened slightly, but he turned back and walked toward me.

As the door closed behind him.

I leaned against the table, arms crossed.

"Let me ask you something."

Kairos didn't respond. He just stood there, his hands clenched into fists.

"How did you pass the entrance exam?"

His lips parted slightly, but no words came out.

"I don't believe your 15th rank was luck," I said, my voice calm but sharp. "So what the fuck happened? What made you suddenly 'remember' that you killed a maid?"

Kairos flinched.

I didn't stop.

"Was it family pressure that made you forget? Or were you always like this—only capable of fighting when something from the outside forces you?"

Silence.

The air between us felt suffocating.

Kairos gritted his teeth, his breathing unsteady. "I—"

I cut him off.

"You're the type of guy who only fights when he's pressured."

His eyes snapped up to mine.

"You don't fight for yourself. You only react to external pressure. Whether it's your family, your past, or the expectations placed on you.

"You've never once asked yourself: What the fuck do I want?"

I could see the struggle in his expression. The anger. The doubt.

Good.

I needed him to be shaken.

Because tomorrow, in the match against Darren's team, if he hesitated for even a second, he wouldn't just be bringing himself down—

He'd be dragging all of us with him.

"You have one night," I said, my voice low. "Figure out why you're here.

I turned away.

"Get out."

Kairos stood there for a long time.

Then, without a word, he left.

As the door closed behind him, I exhaled slowly.

Tomorrow.

Win or lose—we were going to war.