The Cursed Extra: Bloodline of Sacrifice - Chapter 119

Chapter 119: Exam Conclusion: The Final Betrayal
The world blurred.

Caspian barely saw Lyrius move, but he felt the impact.

BAM!

A fist slammed into his jaw, snapping his head to the side.

Lyrius was now fighting with his fist as he knows he is no match for caspian in swordmanship.

Caspian body reeled, and before he could react—

SMACK!

Another punch.

Caspian staggered, his breath ragged, blood dripping from his lips.

Lyrius’ fists were merciless, relentless, inhuman.

A punch to the ribs—

A kick to the knee—

A brutal elbow to the jaw—

Caspian reeled backward, his vision blurring with each hit.

His entire body screamed in protest.

Lyrius was in a frenzy, his rage boiling over after Calenthir’s defeat.

His knuckles were already torn open, but he didn’t stop—he wouldn’t stop.

“You think you can just beat us?” Lyrius roared, his fists crashing into Caspian’s gut. “You think strategy alone makes you stronger?”

Another punch.

Caspian’s knees buckled.

Blood splattered onto the bloodstained ground.

His arms felt heavy. His entire body felt like lead.

His mind whispered, Get up.

But his body refused.

Lyrius grabbed him by the collar, dragging him off his feet.

He pulled Caspian in close, his breath seething with hatred.

“I’ll make sure you never forget this loss.”

He pulled back his fist for the final blow.

And then—

Caspian smiled.

It was a small, bloody smile.

But Lyrius noticed.

Caspian’s voice came out in a hoarse whisper.

“Hmm….you think you can beat me even if I have one arm,”

Lyrius hesitated.

And in that single moment—

Everything changed.

CRACK!

A sharp knee shot up into Lyrius’ ribs.

The sudden impact knocked the air from Lyrius’ lungs.

His grip loosened.

And Caspian exploited it instantly.

His hand snapped forward, fingers locking around Lyrius’ wrist.

Then—

A twist.

A shift in weight.

And Lyrius was sent flying.

He crashed hard onto his back, the wind ripped from his chest.

Before he could recover—

Caspian was already on him.

His left hand fist slammed down into Lyrius’ face.

Then another.

Then another.

The same merciless brutality Lyrius had used on him was now being repaid in full.

Caspian’s punches landed like sledgehammers, each one heavier than the last.

Lyrius tried to resist—tried to fight back—

But he was losing ground.

The balance of the fight had completely shifted.

And Caspian had no intention of stopping.

His fist crashed into Lyrius’ jaw once more, sending his head snapping to the side.

Lyrius coughed, his body convulsing from the pain.

And then—

He collapsed.

Still.

Motionless.

The match was over.

Caspian slowly rose to his feet, panting, shaking.

His arms felt like lead, but he had won.

The battlefield was silent.

The weight of his victory settled in his chest.

And then—

A single sound cut through the silence.

SWING.

A sharp whisper of steel.

A glint of silver.

And then—

Pain.

Caspian’s vision shifted violently.

His balance gave out.

His knees buckled beneath him.

He felt something warm trickling down his neck.

And in the frozen, fleeting second before he fell—

He saw it.

His own body.

Falling to its knees.

His head tumbled through the air, rolling across the battlefield.

His eyes—

Still wide with shock.

And standing behind him—

Her sword dripping with blood—

Tears streaming down her face—

Was Vynesaa.

Caspian’s severed head hit the ground with a dull thud.

His vision was tilted sideways, staring at the sky.

Vynesaa’s voice trembled.

“I’m sorry, Caspian…”

Her fingers clenched tightly around her blade, her whole body shaking violently.

“It was for my winning.”

And then—

Everything went black.

A sharp gust of wind blew across the battlefield.

For a moment, there was nothing.

Only the silence of the fallen.

Only the weight of the battle that had been fought.

And then—

A bright light.

Caspian’s body vanished.

Lyrius’ body vanished.

Calenthir’s body vanished.

And Vynesaa stood alone.

Her breath was ragged.

Her body was shaking.

Then—

She vanished too.

The battlefield was emptied.

And outside the arena—

—

[POV:Eleana Arcwright’s]

Eleana’s eyes were glued to the screen, the blood drained from her face as she saw her son’s body crumple to the ground.

Her heart slammed in her chest. She had always seen Caspian as a child who couldn’t fit the mold, the heir who never quite measured up.

“Caspian,” she whispered, as if her voice could reach him across the distance.

Her fingers trembled as she brushed a stray lock of hair from her face.

What have I done to him?

Eleana remembered the whispers, the glances, the way Caspian had always been treated like an afterthought.

She had never even told him she loved him. Never once.

What right did she have to call herself his mother?

Eleana’s gaze turned to the side, to the her husband Alaric Arcwright stood with his arms crossed, his expression unreadable.

He hadn’t flinched. Not once.

Why doesn’t he care? She wanted to scream at him, to ask him why he couldn’t show the slightest emotion for his own blood.

But she knew. He never would.

—

[POV: Arianna Syvalis]- teacher

“I knew it!” she shouted, practically bouncing in her seat.

She grabbed a handful of snacks, tossing them into her mouth as she replayed the final moments in her head. The way he turned the tide against Lyrius? Beautiful. The sheer brutality? Perfect.

Then, Vynesaa’s betrayal—Arianna clicked her tongue. “Tch. Sneaky brat. Should’ve expected that from her.”

But instead of being angry, she just sighed, shaking her head with amusement. “Still… top two place out of a million? That’s my student.”

She stretched, yawning. “Alright, time to collect my winnings.”

With that, she picked up her phone, ready to remind a few unfortunate gamblers that she never bet against Caspian.

——

[POV: Caspian]

The defeated warriors reappeared, gasping for breath, their bodies whole once more.

But even though they had survived—

Even though they were unharmed in reality—

None of them would ever forget the battle that had been fought.

None of them would ever forget the price of winning.

Caspian slowly opened his eyes in the real world, breath still uneven.

And the first thing he saw—

Was Vynesaa.

Looking at him.

Still crying.

And for the first time, he wasn’t sure who had truly won.