Reincarnated as a Trash Extra To Kill The SSS-Rank Villainess Chapter 134: His Promise to the Stones

The midnight bell rang and Raziel walked down the dark stone stairs to the East Basent alone.

He needed to do this without an audience.

He reached the door of the Inscription workshop and pushed it open.

The ancient runes of the Primordial Pantheon glowed with a warm light the mont he stepped inside.

The illumination offered a steady, patient presence.

Raziel walked to the center of the stone floor and sat cross-legged.

He pulled the heavy bronze plate from his tunic and set it down on the ground in front of him.

He did not channel his Umbral mana.

He did not draw a geotric command or demand answers from the foundation.

He spoke to the academy.

"My na is Raziel Celeste," he said. "I died... a couple of tis now."

The silver runes pulsed on the walls. They listened.

Raziel confessed everything.

He kept these secrets locked inside his head for months and the weight crushed his mind.

He let the words spill out into the open air.

He talked about the first tiline.

He described the shattered stained glass of the main cathedral and the blood of the orphans soaking the floor tiles.

He talked about Zion and her black sword.

He detailed the panic of waking up over and over again, knowing the exact date the world would end and failing to stop the fire every single ti.

He pointed to his own chest.

"I have a Shadow Parasite anchored to my soul," Raziel stated.

"A past version of myself planted it there. I fused it with the holy light of the Paragon to survive the St. Sophia dungeon. I am corrupted and carry the abyss inside my core."

He looked down at his scarred hands.

"The tiline is shrinking. Prince Ayres sits next to the dying King right now. The Liberator slaughters armies in the south. The Inquisition plans to march here in two months to seal your doors with boiling lead."

Raziel tightened his hands into fists.

"Lucian and Lara risk their lives for every day, Zorya risks the pyre to teach your language and I am losing my humanity."

He stared at the glowing silver walls. He wanted the ancient temple to understand the exact cost of this war.

"Every ti I use my power, my empathy drops. I fear the day I look at my friends and feel absolutely nothing for them to beco an empty monster."

"But I accept the cost," Raziel promised. "I will learn what your builders left behind. I will master the six Gifts. I will find the Forge and I will seal it so no one ever resets this world again."

The academy responded.

The silver runes flared with intense, blinding light.

The stone floor vibrated under his palms.

The heavy bronze plate resting in front of him rattled against the ground.

The six markers engraved on the tal map illuminated at the exact sa ti.

The building accepted the terms of the agreent.

Then the tal shifted.

A new mark burned into the center of the bronze plate.

It appeared right in the middle of the original six dots.

It glowed with a faint, almost invisible light. It lacked a na and it lacked specific coordinates.

Raziel frowned and leaned closer to the plate.

A seventh mark.

[7̸̱̈́/̸̠̈?̷̩̈́]̸̝̈́

Raziel stared at the glitching text.

The Founder’s journal ntioned six extinct Gifts.

The uncensored taxonomy listed six forbidden categories.

A seventh Gift did not exist in any historical record.

The silver runes on the walls dimd and powered down.

Raziel picked up the bronze plate and shoved it back into his tunic.

He stood up from the floor and walked out of the chamber.

He climbed the stairs to the main level.

The brick corridors of St. Celeste were completely empty at this hour.

Raziel pushed the heavy oak doors open and stepped out into the main courtyard.

The full moon illuminated the tall gray towers of the academy.

The Church used the building as a severe, cold educational facility to hide the truth.

But Raziel knew the reality of the stones.

Beneath the prayers and the ecclesiastical seals, beneath the lies and the chains of the Inquisition, St. Celeste was alive and the ancient temple had just chosen its champion.

Raziel walked over to the courtyard wall. He raised his hand and touched the rough brickwork.

The stone pulsed once under his fingers.

"Two months," Raziel said to the wall. "Give two months and I will open your second door."

A single heartbeat passed in the silence.

"And if Mordecai tries to seal you..." Raziel closed his hand into a tight fist against the stone. The veins on his knuckles glowed gold and black for a fraction of a second. "...I will stop him."

The main bells of St. Celeste rang out over the courtyard.

At midnight.

No wind blew through the belfry.

No priest pulled the heavy ropes.

The Academy answered the promise.

Deal made.

***

Far away in the southern borders, Zion slept near a dying campfire.

Mila curled up next to the armored Player and held a dirty cloth doll against her chest.

Two hundred Unchained soldiers snored inside their improvised canvas tents across the captured valley.

Zion disabled her fatigue paraters during active combat scenarios, but she allowed her physical body to rest tonight.

She lay on her back on the hard dirt.

Her blue interface remained active and hovered in the air above her face.

A notification blinked in the dark. It had been flashing for three continuous hours while she slept.

[SECOND PLAYER: ANOMALOUS ACTIVITY DETECTED.]

[Action: Mastered a Forbidden Gift.]

[Gift: Architectural Inscription.]

[Note: The system deleted this Gift in Cycle 1 for violating the balance paraters. The Second Player restored the code.]

A second warning popped up below the first ssage in smaller, urgent text.

[BALANCE SYSTEM COMPROMISED. The current System becos obsolete if the Second Player masters all 6 Forbidden Gifts. Ga rules will undergo permanent modification. The Architect has not received this alert. Do you wish to notify the Architect?]

[YES] [NO]

Zion stayed asleep.

She dread about shattered mirrors and a boy with golden eyes.

Her armored right hand rested on the dirt near her waist.

Her index finger twitched in her sleep.

The armored finger brushed against the blue hologram floating in the air.

It hit [NO].

The interface powered down and vanished into the night.

Sowhere outside the physical world, outside the ga rules, and outside the tiline itself, the Architect missed a critical alert.

The entity gained a blind spot for the very first ti in countless cycles.

And the Architect did not even know it existed.