The Cursed Extra: Bloodline of Sacrifice-Chapter 147: The Trials of Tower [2].

Caspian stepped forward as the second floor faded into nothingness.

A new platform emerged—a vast expanse of smooth black stone stretching into the unknown.

Exactly one hour.

A voice rang out, calm yet absolute.

"Reach the exit before time runs out. Fail, and you will restart from the beginning."

Then, the hands on the clock lurched forward.

The countdown had begun.

Caspian didn't hesitate. He sprinted forward.

The corridor was straight at first, but the moment he stepped into it, the walls groaned—shifting, narrowing, twisting.

Something wasn't right.

He adjusted his stance, his muscles tensing. He knew the Tower never gave simple tests.

If it was only a race against time, it wouldn't be here, on the fourth floor.

Then, the first trap activated.

The ground beneath his feet suddenly disappeared.

A heartbeat later, he was falling—but not into darkness.

Spinning blades emerged from the abyss below, jagged and rusted, waiting for him to be torn apart. The fall would be fatal.

His body twisted midair, instincts honed through countless battles kicking in.

Bloodmoon gleamed as he drove it into the stone wall beside him, slowing his descent with a harsh screech of metal against rock.

Sparks flew. His muscles strained.

A ledge. Ten feet below.

He released the sword at the last second, flipping his body, landing just as the pit sealed itself behind him.

A trap that lasted only a moment. No second chances.

Caspian's heart pounded in his chest.

This was not a test of endurance.

This was a trial of reaction speed, adaptability, and precision.

The Tower wasn't just testing how fast he could move.

It was testing how fast he could think.

He exhaled. Then, he ran.

The corridor warped as he moved, forcing him to constantly adjust. One second, it was a straight path.

The next, the walls closed in, forcing him into impossible turns, split-second decisions.

Each section brought something new—spikes from the ceiling, floors that collapsed, sudden barriers of fire.

But Caspian adapted.

He didn't hesitate. Didn't stop.

His footwork became sharper, more precise.

He used the walls, kicked off them when the ground gave way, slid beneath closing gaps just in time.

His body wasn't just reacting anymore—it was anticipating.

Then, something changed.

The red light in the distance grew brighter.

The exit?

His eyes narrowed. No. Too soon.

And that was when he saw it.

A massive, circular chamber ahead. No paths. No obstacles.

Just a wide-open space—

This chapt𝙚r is updated by freeωebnovēl.c૦m.

And in the center, a pedestal.

Atop it, a lever.

A simple lever.

A warning flashed through Caspian's mind. It's never that easy.

The moment he stepped into the chamber, the door behind him slammed shut.

The countdown ticked louder.

10:23... 10:22... 10:21...

Then—

The walls started moving.

Not shifting, not twisting. Collapsing.

The entire room was closing in on him, the stone grinding as it inched closer with every second.

A cold realization struck him.

The lever stops it. But what else does it do?

There was no time to think.

His legs moved on their own, closing the distance in a breath. His hand gripped the lever.

And he pulled.

The walls froze.

For half a second, the only sound was Caspian's breath.

Then, the entire floor dropped.

Not just collapsed—descended.

He was in free fall.

Wind roared past his ears as the chamber spiraled downward, racing toward the red light below.

It wasn't an exit. It was another corridor—one final path.

A single platform appeared, far below.

He had to land on it.

His grip on Bloodmoon tightened. He twisted his body, forcing his descent into control, angling toward the platform.

The speed was too much—he wouldn't make it—

Then—

He landed.

Hard.

But he landed.

His muscles screamed in protest, but he didn't stop. He ran.

The red light was ahead. The true exit.

The countdown roared in his ears—

00:05... 00:04... 00:03...

He lunged forward.

And then—

He crossed the threshold.

The world froze.

The countdown stopped.

Then—

The voice spoke again.

"Trial complete."

The doors before him opened.

The Tower had accepted his victory.

Caspian exhaled, his body screaming from exhaustion. But he didn't fall.

Because beyond those doors lay the next and last trial.