Obtaining 10x rewards! Reincarnated into a novel as a side-character! Chapter 282 Sera's Downfall? No way!

Chapter 282

The consequences crashed down on Vasoth like a collapsing fortress. The ridicule would be rciless. Their rivals would savor this failure, dragging their nas through the mud at every opportunity.

He rembered their last failure—the sharp sneers, the hushed whispers slithering through the corridors, the cold disapproval in their superiors' eyes. Captain Jorak's words still echoed in his mind: "Another failure. Perhaps you are not fit for this role."

At that ti, Sera was not with them, so the matter was forgotten quickly. Yet, it was very troubleso.

Not to ntion the city lord; his city faced a massacre, and the culprit managed to escape, and even they, the inquisitors, were not able to catch them despite acting so confident earlier.

Their image would be shattered too—no, the image of Sera, their captain, would suffer the most as she was the one who had assured the city lord to bring back the culprit with them.

Vasoth glanced at Sera, noting the slight slump in her usually confident posture.

He knew how much she prided herself on her reputation, how tirelessly she had worked to beco captain.

This failure would be a blow, and he could almost see the doubt creeping into the eyes of their subordinates.

The laughter was already there, lurking in the shadows of his mind. He could hear the jeers echoing through the headquarters, the smug smirks curling on their rivals' lips. They wouldn't just mock them. They would feast on their humiliation.

Not only was she defeated and looked miserable, the culprit had caused casualties among their battalion forces too!

Nothing could be more shaful.

Vasoth wondered if they would get penalized severely after reporting this back to headquarters.

'Demotion is certain. Resources slashed. Troops reassigned. Perhaps even worse.'

He knew they were all in for a punishnt upon return.

After all, they had tarnished the na of Inquisitors as its representing mbers.

The city lord would not remain quiet either and would likely demand the headquarters to increase their penalties too for his losses.

Should we have called for backup? The thought was bitter. But no—no inquisitor would have agreed. Their pride wouldn't allow it. It was just one human. A kid. And yet, they had still lost.

What a cruel joke.

'What a predicant.' Vasoth sighed ruefully as he looked at Sera with hopeful eyes.

Only she could decide what to do next.

He would follow what she ordered.

"Regroup and return to the city. Report everything to the city lord. Then, we leave for headquarters," she instructed, her voice even—too even.

A deceptive stillness, like the silence before a storm.

Too calm. The kind of calm that felt like a cliff's edge, fragile and ready to crumble.

"Yes, captain." Vasoth bowed and left finally, leaving Sera alone.

Tap Tap Tap

She walked to the edge of a shallow cliff, the dirt crumbling slightly beneath her boots, stones tumbling down into the darkness below.

She stood motionless at the cliff's edge, staring at the vast emptiness below. Minutes stretched, swallowed by silence.

Then—

A laugh, soft at first. Then louder. It spilled from her lips, raw and unrestrained, shattering the quiet like a blade through glass.

In fact, she did not look worried at all.

Her shoulders trembled slightly with the laughter, soft at first—then louder, until it cracked against the air like brittle glass.

But rather, after overcoming the previous shock and dazedness, she felt more alive than ever. Her heart raced, not with fear, but with a thrill she hadn't felt in decades.

Her skin tingled, and a smile tugged at her lips despite the circumstances. It was as if a dormant part of her had awakened, invigorated by the challenge.

"How long has it been?" Sera murmured, her voice almost wistful. "Decades, perhaps."

Her fingers traced the mory like an old wound. "Not since the Death Witch. Not since I last felt fear—not like this."

She could still rember that encounter vividly—the cold sweat on her brow, the trembling of her hands, not from fear, but from the sheer excitent of facing a worthy opponent.

An opponent whom she could not even touch at that ti.

Her laughter spilled out in uneven bursts, raw and unrestrained. Tears pricked her eyes—whether from amusent or sothing deeper, she didn't know. Slowly, she wiped them away, but the grin remained.

Her fingertips pressed against her cheeks a little harder than necessary, as if testing whether she was awake or dreaming.

"Life is so exciting; without them, I could never enjoy things as much as I am right now. The humans are really sothing…"

Her aura surged, thick as a living shadow, warping the air around her. Pebbles trembled, drawn into the energy before scattering like frightened insects. Fine cracks splintered across the cliff's edge, mirroring the frenzy in her chest.

It was not an aura that was fueled by her thirst for revenge or hatred but rather her excitent, an obsession in her eyes that could not be hidden any longer.

She slowly placed her hand over her chest; her heart was pounding loudly against her ribs.

"You can feel it, right?" She asked her heart as it pounded even louder, a wild drumbeat echoing in her ears.

"This excitent, this energy, this fear, all of this is making crazy. This crazed motivation I am experiencing right now, no one can feel it," she whispered.

Her blood roared in her veins, a violent symphony of anticipation and dread. This was the lody she had craved, the rhythm that made her truly alive.

"No one has made feel this way since that day… not the so-called prodigies, not even the elders. I've been searching—endlessly searching…"

Her fingers twitched, curling into fists. The hunger in her eyes deepened.

Her dark espera pulsed—unstoppable, ravenous.

She started laughing hysterically, looking above at the sky.

The sky stared back, dark and unmoved, yet her laughter filled the void as if daring the heavens to respond.

It took her a whole while to calm herself down; the excitent was like a raging bubble, threatening to burst out.

"What doesn't kill will make stronger," she spoke to herself in a firm voice. It was the first serious note to her voice after returning.

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