I Become A Mob Character In A Novel-Chapter 155 - No. Dungeon Boss

[Samael Ashwood's POV]

A heavy silence fell over the battlefield as the weight of the System's announcement settled on my shoulders. My mind raced, a hundred thoughts colliding at once. Ashwood Paradox—the name of the new worldline, the very essence of what had just transpired. I had rewritten fate, altered destinies, and shattered the delicate threads of the plot I had been thrust into.

But there was no time to dwell on it. Not yet.

The air crackled with the last remnants of power, a quiet that hung thick with the anticipation of the unknown. The familiar hum of the System faded into the background as I turned to look at my companions. They had all felt the shift, the change in the atmosphere, but it was Nyxara who drew my attention first. She stood tall, her wings folded against her back, her presence now so much more than before. She was no longer just a familiar — she was a force in her own right, a power that surpassed anything I had anticipated.

The girls were still in awe of her, and even Raven, who rarely showed emotion, seemed to be holding back a smile. Liliana was practically glowing with excitement, her eyes wide with wonder as she approached Nyxara with hesitant steps.

"She's… amazing," Liliana whispered, her voice almost reverent.

Nyxara's eyes gleamed with playful mischief as she lowered her head to look at the girl. "Is that so?" she purred. "I could show you a few tricks, if you'd like."

Liliana blushed, stepping back slightly, though her curiosity was palpable. "I—uh, yes! Maybe later," she stammered.

I smiled to myself. Nyxara was adjusting well to this new reality, embracing her rebirth with a grace that surprised even me. It was clear that our bond had transcended the typical master-familiar relationship. There was something more now. Something deep, something eternal.

But despite the warmth of the moment, my mind was far from at ease. Elara's words echoed in my mind: "I didn't want this. I just didn't want to be forgotten." That was her truth. She had fought so hard to be seen, to carve her place in the world — even if it meant playing the villain. But now that the tables had turned, now that the story had been rewritten, she was left with only herself and the consequences of her actions.

I turned to face her again, my voice steady but laced with an undeniable gravity. "This isn't over, Elara. Redemption isn't a single decision. It's a path, and it starts now."

Her eyes met mine, and there was a flicker of something — hope? Regret? Maybe both. "I know," she said quietly, stepping forward with resolve. "I'll prove I can be more than the villain you see."

It was a start. Not a promise, but a start. And sometimes, that was all you could ask for.

Suddenly, the System chimed again, and this time, it wasn't just a notification.

[Ding! Hidden Worldline Achievement Unlocked!]

[You have reshaped the fate of the Ashwood family and rewritten the central narrative.]

[New Destiny Core Level Achieved: Absolute Authority]

[Warning: Worldline stability is now dependent on your choices and actions.]

[Special Reward: Access to the "Destiny Weaver" Interface unlocked.]

I paused, a sense of weight pressing on me as the words registered. Destiny Weaver?

But before I could even think further—

THUD! THUD! THUD!

Multiple footsteps resounded throughout the dungeon.

I immediately snapped my attention to the source of the noise. The distant thudding of footsteps, rhythmic and heavy, echoed through the dimly lit corridors of the dungeon. It wasn't the faint shuffle of stray creatures; these were deliberate, purposeful steps. Something—or someone—was coming.

"Everyone, get ready," I commanded, my voice sharp and focused, as I drew on the faint remnants of power that still hummed within me from the earlier battle. My fingers crackled with electric energy as I summoned the storm that lay dormant within my soul. The air seemed to thicken around us, the echoes of the dungeon almost becoming suffocating.

Nyxara's wings rustled as she took her place by my side, her eyes glowing with an eerie light. "Do you feel it?" she whispered, her voice soft, as though the shadows themselves were speaking through her.

"Yes," I replied, my gaze narrowing. "Something big is coming."

The others gathered in a loose formation around me. Liliana was the first to speak, her eyes flashing with anticipation. "It feels like... like a boss monster. Is this part of the dungeon's test?"

I nodded, though my thoughts were elsewhere. I had dealt with numerous dungeons and threats before, but this felt different. The dungeon itself seemed to pulse with energy, as though it were alive, responding to our every move. The weight of the new worldline hung over me, its threads unraveling with every choice I made.

Sionna's ears twitched, her beastkin senses heightened. "It's close," she said, her voice low, a growl hidden within it. "It's big, really big."

I turned to her. "Do you sense anything else? A weakness?"

She shook her head, her usual confidence tempered by uncertainty. "Nothing. It's too... powerful. But we'll manage." Her determination was clear. Despite her wariness, she was ready to face whatever was coming.

Raven, ever the stoic demon, flexed her fingers. "I can work with the shadows. We won't be caught off guard."

Lily, standing beside her, had her hands clenched in concentration. The cool aura of ice magic swirled around her, her pale blue eyes glowing faintly. "I'll freeze anything that tries to get too close."

Elara, standing a little apart from the group, finally spoke up. Her voice was quiet but firm. "We don't have to do this alone, Samael. I know I've made mistakes, but I can help. We all can."

I turned toward her, locking eyes for a moment. There was something different in her gaze now, something more genuine. Maybe this was her redemption in action.

"Stay close," I said, my tone steady. "We fight together. Whatever it is, we face it as a team."

The sound of heavy footsteps grew louder, faster, each step shaking the ground beneath us. Then, just as quickly as it had begun, the noise stopped. Silence enveloped the dungeon once more, thick and suffocating.

And then, from the shadows, it emerged.

The creature was massive—easily twice the size of any beast we had encountered so far in this dungeon. Its body was a grotesque fusion of flesh and stone, with jagged protrusions and scales that shimmered like obsidian. The red glow of its eyes pierced through the darkness, and its breath was a low, guttural growl that seemed to reverberate in the very air.

The Red Ogre Chief.

I felt the blood drain from my face as the realization struck. This was the boss of the dungeon. The one I had prepared for, the one whose defeat was supposed to mark the culmination of our trials.

But something felt off. The power radiating from the creature wasn't just brute force—it was something deeper, something... more ancient.

The dungeon was warping, the environment itself bending in response to the boss's arrival. The air grew colder, the shadows deepened, and the ground trembled beneath us.

"We have to end this quickly," I said, more to myself than anyone else. "Everyone, move out!"

As the Red Ogre Chief bellowed a challenge, its massive fists pounding the ground, the fight began.

I immediately leapt into action—

"Thunder Breathing: First Form—Thunderclap and Flash!"

The moment the words left my lips, the world blurred. My body surged forward, propelled by a streak of lightning, faster than thought—faster than fear.

A deafening crack tore through the dungeon as my blade arced forward, trailing sparks like a meteor. The Red Ogre Chief's crimson eyes widened, too slow to react as my sword sliced clean through the thick air.

I aimed straight for the throat.

CLANG!

Metal met something harder than bone—stone-like skin. My blade dug deep but didn't decapitate. Not completely. A gash erupted across the ogre's neck, spraying molten blood that hissed against the stone floor. It roared, stumbling back as the force of my strike sent shockwaves down its spine.

"Damn it!" I muttered, skidding to a halt and flipping backward, lightning still dancing across my arms. "Its neck is reinforced…!"

The Red Ogre Chief slammed a fist into the ground, causing a quake that sent rubble flying. From the cracks below, molten energy surged upward—lava veins? No… it was magic. A core deep within the dungeon itself had awakened.

Nyxara shot forward, cloaked in shadow and starlight, her wings spread wide like a void swallowing light. "You only get one first strike, Samael," she called out, her voice sharp. "I'll distract it—go again. Aim for the core in its chest!"

The core.

I saw it now—just beneath the cracked stone plates of its sternum, pulsing with that eerie red light.

"Liliana, bind it!" I shouted.

"On it!"

Liliana chanted a blood incantation, her crimson aura swirling like a vortex. "Blood Chains: Crimson Prison!"

Dark red tendrils shot out from her hands, wrapping around the ogre's limbs. It thrashed violently, but the chains held long enough.

"Lily, freeze the joints! Now!"

"Ice Bind!"

In a blink, she unleashed a blast of frost, encasing the ogre's legs in a coffin of ice. Cracks spread across the ground as its lower half locked into place.

"Raven, cut off its shadows!" I ordered.

Without a word, Raven extended her arms, her magic weaving through the dungeon's ambient darkness. "Shadow Severance," she whispered.

A ripple of black energy split across the floor, disconnecting the ogre from its own shadow. It let out a guttural cry, its body twitching violently from the disorientation.

Sionna charged next, her beastkin aura flaring like a tidal wave. "Water Fang Barrage!" Her claws turned sapphire as she delivered a flurry of high-speed strikes, each blow chipping away at the ogre's armor-like skin.

Elara joined in with an unexpected tactic—she dissolved into sound, her body shimmering like a mirage. "Resonant Echo: Distortion Scream!" Her voice hit frequencies that made even the Red Ogre Chief stagger, clutching its head in disarray.

"Seraphina, veil us!" I barked.

A shimmer of water and illusion wrapped around the team, distorting us into blurs. "You have one shot, Samael," she said. "Make it count."

I nodded. My heart thundered louder than any spell.

I drew power from the storm within, feeling the surge of my Star Affinity and Lightning Magic intertwine—sparks flickered like constellations around me.

Then I saw it.

A single path. A line of fate, glowing faintly from the ogre's core to the tip of my blade.

The Destiny Weaver Interface blinked open before my eyes, its translucent threads revealing the perfect route through the ogre's defenses.

I lunged.

"Starfire Arc: Celestial Break!"

The moment slowed.

A fusion technique—lightning accelerated my movement, while starlight enhanced the blade's cutting edge. I became a streak of cosmic power.

The blade pierced the ogre's chest.

CRACK-BOOOOM!

The explosion was instantaneous. Starfire erupted from the impact, tearing through the ogre's torso like a nova imploding inwards. Its core shattered with a high-pitched screech, and for a moment, the entire dungeon seemed to inhale in silence—

Then exhale in a blast of magic energy.

The Red Ogre Chief collapsed with a final, earth-rattling thud. Its massive body crumbled like a mountain brought to its knees.

Silence.

Then…

[Ding! Dungeon Boss Defeated! Hidden Route Cleared!]

[Reward Unlocked: Fragment of Primordial Flame...]

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[To Be Continued]

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