The Cursed Extra: Bloodline of Sacrifice

Caspian stepped through the ancient stone door.

The air was thick.

Step-Step

He moved cautiously, his senses alert for danger, the flicker of a small flame in his palm lighting his way.

The passage seemed endless, twisting and turning as though trying to confuse him.

After what felt like twenty minutes of walking, Caspian stopped to catch his breath.

"This place... it's too quiet." He muttered to himself.

Just as he prepared to press forward, a faint hissing noise reached his ears.

Before he could react, a dense, swirling gas poured from cracks in the walls, enveloping him.

"What—"

He coughed violently as the gas invaded his lungs.

His vision blurred, his legs gave out, and he collapsed to the cold stone floor.

Darkness consumed him.

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When Caspian opened his eyes, he was standing.

No aches, no bruises, no broken bones.

Confusion washed over him as he looked down at his hands—unscathed, clean, and devoid of any injury.

He stood in the courtyard of the estate, bathed in the warm glow of sunlight.

Children's laughter echoed in the distance.

His heart skipped a beat as he turned to see Jaxar and Eirak sparring nearby, their expressions friendly, almost playful.

His mother, Eleana, stood on the balcony, her stern demeanor replaced by a warm smile as she observed him.

"Caspian!" she called out. "Come inside. We're hosting a banquet tonight, and I want you to meet some important guests."

Caspian froze, his mind racing.

"This… this can't be real."

"It's not."

The voice wasn't his own—it was Ed.

"Caspian, wake up. This is an illusion, a trap designed to keep you here. You need to—"

But the voice was drowned out by the sudden rush of emotions flooding Caspian's heart.

His longing for this life—a life where his family loved him, accepted him—was overwhelming.

Real Caspian was dead but his mind was filled with longing for his family —Caspian mind lose to Real Caspian mind which is filled for longing for love.

Days passed—or what felt like days—and Caspian found himself living the life he had always dreamed of.

His brothers treated him like an equal, even looking up to him.

His mother doted on him, praising his efforts in training and encouraging him to join her at important events.

He attended grand parties, sparred alongside Jaxar and Eirak without fear, and sat at the head of the family table as though he truly belonged.

Ed's voice grew fainter with each passing day.

"Caspian, listen to me. This isn't real. You need to wake up. There's something waiting for you in that cave, something important. Don't let this illusion trap you."

But Caspian—no, the real Caspian—ignored him.

"This is what I've always wanted," he whispered to himself. "Why would I leave? Why should I?"

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A month passed in this dreamlike world.

Ed was relentless, trying to convince Caspian to break free, but the boy's longing for love and acceptance was stronger than reason.

Then, one fateful day, a visitor arrived at the estate.

Caspian stood in the main hall, his heart lighter than it had ever been, as a servant announced the guest.

"Presenting Lady Elara," the servant said.

Caspian's breath caught as a woman stepped through the doors.

She had jet-black hair that cascaded down her back and piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through him.

Ed's voice surged to life within him, stronger than it had been in weeks.

"Elara… No. This can't be."

The woman smiled warmly, her gaze locking onto Caspian.

"Hello, Ed," she said softly.

Caspian's heart pounded in his chest.

"Ed? Why did she call me that? No one here knows that name…"

The illusion wavered, just for a moment. The bright sunlight dimmed, and the laughter outside grew muffled.

"Caspian," Ed said urgently, "this is your chance. This isn't real. Look at her. Elara is from my past life. She doesn't belong here."

But Caspian hesitated, torn between the perfect world around him and the cold, harsh truth Ed was presenting.

Elara stepped closer, her expression soft yet insistent.

"You know this isn't real, don't you?" she said.

"This isn't your family. This isn't your life. It never will be."

The illusion cracked further.

Caspian's brothers' laughter faded entirely, replaced by an eerie silence.

The vibrant colors of the estate dulled, and a faint chill crept into the air.

Caspian clenched his fists, his heart aching.

"But… this is all I've ever wanted," he said, his voice trembling. "I just wanted them to love me."

Elara's eyes softened.

"Love that isn't real isn't love at all, Caspian," she said. "You have to let this go. You have to wake up."

Tears streamed down Caspian's face as he looked around the fading illusion.

His mother stood on the balcony, smiling as though nothing had changed.

His brothers sparred in the courtyard, their movements mechanical now, like puppets on strings.

Ed's voice cut through his thoughts.

"Caspian, you know what you have to do."

Taking a deep breath, Caspian turned to Elara.

"Thank you," he said softly.

And then, he raised his hand to his chest.

With a sharp, decisive motion, he drove his own fist into his heart.

Pain blossomed through him, sharp and all-consuming, but he didn't stop.

He pressed harder, forcing himself to endure it as the illusion shattered around him.

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Caspian gasped awake, his body drenched in sweat and trembling.

He was back in the cave, lying on the cold stone floor.

His chest heaved as he sat up.

His heart raced, the remnants of that perfect yet twisted dream world still clinging to the edges of his mind.

He clenched his fists, trembling—not from fear, but from anger.

"I really just lost myself to the real Caspian," he muttered, his voice dripping with self-loathing.

"That… pathetic, desperate boy. Longing for love from people who tossed him aside like trash."

He slammed his fist against the stone floor, the impact sending a jolt of pain through his hand.

"Fuck it. Are you serious? They ended his life, crushed his soul, and he still keeps longing for them? This must be a goddamn joke."

His crimson eyes burned as he pushed himself to his feet, his body still aching but his resolve stronger than ever.

"Listen up, kid," he said, addressing the lingering presence of the boy whose body he now inhabited.

"I get it. You wanted love. You wanted to belong. But you won't get it by lying there, dreaming of a world that'll never exist."

He took a step forward, his voice hardening.

"They didn't deserve you. They never did. But don't worry." He paused, a dark smirk curling his lips.

"I'll take your revenge, little one. I'll make them regret every goddamn second they ignored you, every punch, every sneer, every cruel word. I'll make sure your name is one they'll fear to even whisper."

The cave around him felt colder, darker, but it didn't faze him.

If anything, it fueled the fire growing within him.

"You deserved better, Caspian. And I'll make sure the world knows it."

With that, he straightened his back, eyes fixed on the passage ahead.

The trial was over, and he had survived.

Then he glanced at his watch, he was astonished to find that merely 2 hours had passed, though the experience had felt like an eternity – a month-long.

"Now— What I am saying it better be worth it,"