Extra's Descent Chapter 94 Unravel [1]

A lot of things were possible in the new world.

So sohow…

Maybe sohow.

Just a fleeting thought.

Brandon had co up with a theory that his mories were tampered with.

Creaaak….

But as he entered the original Brandon Locke's childhood room, there were no hints of feeling nostalgic.

Just unfamiliarity.

The sight before him was completely new to him.

"Hahaha."

Just the thought of it made him stifle a laugh.

After all the relationships he had built up with the people around him, he had started hoping that he was at least part of their story.

But…

"No."

He was a stranger.

A fake playing the role of Brandon Locke.

That much beca clear to him.

"Right."

Shaking his head, he entered the room.

With his hands on his waist, Brandon thoroughly scanned the room.

Doing so, he had co to realize that the original Brandon liked to keep things minimalistic.

The room was as plain as a room could get.

As if that original Brandon had never been a child in the first place.

A plain white bed on the corner. A table beside it with a lampshade on the top.

A bookshelf that was filled to the brim with books, situated on the other side of the corner, and a balcony to top the whole room's aesthetic.

And that was it.

A boring room.

Settling his bag on the side of the bed, Brandon turned his head to take in the view outside the window.

It was dusk. The sun was about to set, and the moon was about to rise.

He then turned his head to glance at another shelf.

Picture fras.

There were a bunch of picture fras.

Standing up, he walked towards it. Picking up the fra to scan the picture, an image of a young boy with pale-white hair and ice-blue eyes registered.

He was smiling.

A bright smile.

Just like how any child would smile.

"Hm?"

But what caught his attention were the boy's eyes.

He was smiling, and yet…

His eyes…

They seed,

Sad.

Or detached.

The thought had left Brandon puzzled.

From what he could make out with the just the few conversations he had with Belle and Brianna back then, Brandon Locke seed to be an enthusiastic person.

And yet there were no signs of such enthusiasm in any of the photos.

Sure, he was smiling.

But his eyes told a different story.

Why?

The original Brandon Locke had the privilege anyone would wish for.

A loving family, wealth, looks, so kind of status.

And…

A complete family.

So why?

Was he ungrateful?

Brandon felt a bit bitter.

The thought irked him as he unknowingly gripped the fra tightly.

But as he scanned the photo even more, the boy…

He didn't seem ungrateful.

He just looked as if he was done with everything.

As if he felt compelled to live.

From what he could make out, the boy seed to be five years old.

Too young to have such scary thoughts.

Yet another mystery to ponder about.

But since there were no answers, Brandon put the fra down and started scanning the rest of the photos.

Another one.

This ti, there were two of them.

The sa boy, but he stood next to a girl taller than him.

With the sa pale-white hair, and ice blue eyes. It was none other than his older sister, Belle Locke.

In the photo, her hair was tied to a ponytail, as she adorned black frad glasses.

The two wore wide smiles.

There was nothing peculiar that caught Brandon's attention about the younger Belle.

She seed like a lively little girl.

But yet again, the boy…

His eyes were still detached.

"..."

Once again, there was no point in pondering about it as he placed the fra back down.

For the next few minutes or so, Brandon scanned each of the picture fras present.

There were a total of seventeen picture fras.

A family photo, a solo photo, another photo with his older sister.

The setting was different in the next set of photos, like they were capturing significant monts in the original Brandon Locke's life.

And that was when guilt started to take hold of him.

"Haha."

He stifled a laugh.

But it was one of sha.

He was a stranger. A novel reader who had replaced a youth who was a son, and a sibling to the family.

And an extra in the Path to Ascension novel.

But even extras had their own lives to live.

Their own story.

That much was certain.

Whatever happened to the original Brandon Locke was out of his control.

He had never asked for any of this to happen.

"Haaa…."

Placing the photo back down, Brandon let out an audible sigh.

Looking around, his next agenda was to scan the drawers.

And with such thoughts, that was what he did.

Surely, there was more information lying around.

Like a diary of so sort.

The first drawer had nothing that caught his interest.

But the second drawer on the other hand had notebooks.

Flip—

The first notebook wasn't a diary, nor did it have any stories of Brandon's childhood.

The sa went for the other notebooks, which were nothing but a bunch of doodles.

"Wait."

As Brandon continued to scan the notebooks, he had co to realize that they were not just random doodles.

They were…

"Magic Circles?"

Another mystery.

And thus he placed the notebook in his bag.

He then scanned more of the notebooks. There were a lot. So had random doodles, while so had magic circles.

They had to be of so use. Which is why Brandon placed the interesting ones in his bag.

With the notebooks in the drawer dwindling, the end of the drawer caught his attention.

"..."

There was a large thick book that seed to have been hidden by the other notebooks.

No, as he picked it up, he had realized it was a to.

On the front cover, there was an initial on it.

B.

Most likely ant Brandon.

His interest imdiately skyrocketed as his eyes lit up.

Brandon Locke was a lot more interesting than he gave him credit for.

Opening it, the pages seed old. The words were written with ink.

"So it wasn't printed?"

Hand written.

The penmanship was extrely professional as well.

Flip—

He started flipping the pages.

Flip– Flip—

And as he continued flipping, his eyes widened.

"This…"

That was because it seed to be research.

Magic research.

More so about the basic affinities.

But what was the point?

There were textbooks to help one master their basic affinity.

But maybe Brandon was just that kind of person.

"So he was a scholar?"

Or a researcher?

Or maybe a mix of both.

Most likely.

"....Huh?"

His eyes widened.

Flip—

As soon as he landed on a certain page, he continued to flip the pages.

Flip, Flip, Flip—

"Is this… Real?"

It seed to be a research on a certain affinity.

An affinity that Brandon now had.

The [Curse] affinity.

"What in the…"

To all the kinds of abilities a [Curse] affinity user had.

Cursed Threads.

—Too much mana can make the threads brittle, while too little can make them weak….

He started skimming.

He can read it properly later. Just the confirmation was enough.

—Enhance the strength of the threads by layering mana….

—Keep your hand movents smooth and controlled….

.

.

And he continued skimming.

Cursed Flas.

Mark of Despair.

Abyssal Chains.

Soul Drain.

Binding Vow.

They were all there. The sa abilities that presented itself in his system.

"So these really were the only curse abilities…"

He frowned.

"But how does he know all this...?"

The information was detailed. As if it was a guide made just for him.

But the [Curse] affinity was rare, even frowned upon. There were no such books about it so to speak.

So where did he get all the information from?

"Did he have the [Curse] affinity as well?"

He had to know more.

Flip— Flip——

He continued flipping the page.

And as he kept doing so, his eyes widened even more.

The book had more than just the [Curse] affinity.

"What…?"

Celestial affinity.

Quantum affinity.

Light affinity.

Holy affinity.

Shadow affinity.

.

.

There were a lot of special affinities written down in detail, with all of the abilities and how to properly execute them.

"..."

—Ti affi….

And the page ended there.

"No…"

It was the last page.