Game's Extra: Starting With SSS-Ranked 1000-Death Talent-Chapter 30: Raw Dogging Out Of The Base

Noa surrendered his corpse.

It was the last option he had to employ, and losing 100 Echoes in the process stung his heart.

He was pulled inside the new body, watching the world with new eyes.

Corpse Puppet allowed him to walk towards other Embers, and not a single soul suspected anything.

The experiences he had accumulated aided him in getting used to the situation.

"Any change?" asked the soldier eagerly.

Instead of directly answering, Noa lowered and shook his head.

"Pity. That asshole had to kill himself, and now we will be blamed," said another Ember, his face twisted in anger.

He wasn't the only one.

Others also shared their frustration, waiting for the official to arrive.

"I hope they won't punish us. It's not like we could have done anything."

"Why did he have to come to our base, anyway?"

"Shoosh! They might arrive at any second. We don't want to lose our heads, right?"

Crossing the Abyss was easier said than done, and checking the wristwatch, Noa counted the time he spent in nothingness.

'Five hours in the real world?'

It amounted to close to 300 hours in a white place.

Even remembering it caused a headache, and considering that he couldn't just use the borrowed puppet for long, he had to hurry.

But he had to blend into the officers.

If he ran away or left his current corpse somewhere, it would definitely raise more suspicions about his death.

Noa wanted none of that.

So he stayed until his shift was over.

The government representative arrived and disbanded them immediately.

They got hold of Noa's remains, planning to transport and study them in some kind of facility.

Noa couldn't even see the groups of officials as they moved in secrecy and had no plans or time to deal with the failed Evolved.

'Good for me,' he thought, moving to his quarters.

The mana was wasted with each passing second, depleting it and bringing another headache.

Noa spent the next couple of hours pretending to be a soldier.

He walked like them, ate like them, and spoke in single-word sentences.

No matter what kind of hurdles appeared in his way, Noa overcame them.

Not a single person suspected anything.

As he was reaching his limit, the troop commander announced their withdrawal from the scene.

It was exactly what Noa wanted, and leaving the Abyss with the gate, he had free time to seize his chance.

'Finally!'

After coming out of the association and parting ways with fellow Embers, Noa immediately headed to the smith.

The shabby workshop had never seemed so quiet and majestic at the same time, its almost crumbling walls speaking words of encouragement.

Entering the building, Noa saw that nothing had changed since he visited the place.

Tifa still stood behind the counter, scribbling something down.

"Hello!" she greeted innocently.

Meanwhile, Noa strolled inside, observing her intensely.

She was a red-haired, tall woman with glasses that perfected her cute but mature appearance.

Tifa felt the gaze that studied her curves and lowered her brows.

Just before she said something, Noa spoke softly.

"I am here. Where is my family?"

The moment these words left his mouth, the exploding pressure descended on him.

It was stronger and heavier than anything he had ever experienced, and barely catching a glimpse of Tifa, Noa saw that her glasses were gone.

"So it's you!" she said softly but firmly. "Good job escaping their radar. It seems like you can change your appearance."

This entire time, Noa was battling the aura she had placed upon him.

He was already struggling, as his mana was almost depleted, and her roughness hastened his demise.

[ You died ]

The corpse he was reigning in dropped to the ground, stunning Tifa with his abrupt death.

Noa immediately triggered the skill and went back to the real world.

[ Echo: 786/1,000 ]

He resolved to rebuild his body from scratch.

Soon enough, he was in his original body, standing beside the soldier's corpse.

Tifa watched his rebirth, her curious black eyes sparked with immense wonder.

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"Would you look at that?" she said.

For someone who was witnessing something never-before-seen, she sounded calm but somewhat demanding.

"What an interesting cockroach you are," Tifa continued, reaching out to her tablet.

The screen showed Noa's pictures.

It was followed by a government statement that their hunt was successful, and they took his life.

The reportage lasted for quite some time, filled with boasting of how the mighty union managed to track down the Deviation and reap the system's reward.

"What fucking liars!" Noa exclaimed but smiled visibly.

It didn't take a genius to guess what the government had conspired.

They wanted to prove their strength to the masses, aiming to control the public in this chaotic world.

"The good, old propaganda at its finest," Tifa said gently.

But her friendly visage crumbled in an instant.

She was on the verge of using her superior life rating on Noa once again, but her hands flickered as if something inside her opposed it.

"Did you take them to your base?" Noa asked, grasping her situation.

"Who the heck are you?" Tifa asked after attaining her composure.

"I am your saving grace. And you are my temporary boss."

"What do you mean? It doesn't sit well with me when you are the one deciding that."

Noa leaned in her direction, understanding that if he wanted to play his cards right, he had to be confident and dictate the situation.

"I am joining your order until I cure Rachel. Don't waste your time asking how I know about your identity or your daughter's condition. All I can say is that it's connected to my Deviation status."

He seemed calm.

Too calm, even.

Tifa watched his every word and analyzed his simplest body language.

"What makes you think I won't torture you or your family? It would surely lead me to the answers I want."

Noa chuckled at her manner of speech.

Starting with her indifferent attitude, the coldness that seeped into her every word, and the way she looked at him—everything about her screamed of her terrifying nature.

Yet, Noa wasn't afraid.

"I trust you," Noa said, grinning. "Because...