The Extra Wants To Live

The moment the golem's arm swung, Carl quickly drew his sword and cut the arm horizontally.

Boom!

Kookung!

The golem swung its feet with all its might to catch Carl. The golem's left foot struck the spot where Carl had been.

Carl's body suddenly stretched out and moved with incredible speed, narrowly avoiding the blow. He used his mana, which he had been saving, with all his might.

Shhh!

Carl powerfully turned his body and slashed at the outside of the golem's left ankle. The eyeball burst open, and the flesh inside split apart.

The golem was constructed from mixed human corpses, with bones haphazardly placed. Carl's black bone was cut, but because the mana wasn't fully charged, the sword's swing broke and shattered into pieces.

Carl was able to strike the golem hard, but he was still stuck to its legs.

As the distance increased, it became more difficult to predict and influence the golem's movements. He was in a precarious position, almost within touching distance.

The golem swung its left foot immediately after its left hand. The upper body turned significantly to the right, stretching the left leg and increasing the distance between its feet.

Carl, positioned outside the golem's left foot with his body tilted to the right, faced two possible attack strategies from the golem.

It could either crush Carl by sitting down or powerfully turn its upper body to sweep with the left arm.

Booooow…!

Hearing the sound of air being torn apart, Carl realized he had anticipated correctly and kicked the ground with all his might.

Kuuung!

Instead of stepping back, Carl drove himself into the golem's interior, pressing his body against the golem's left leg and forcing himself between its spread legs.

The golem's arm narrowly passed Carl's right foot.

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Crunch!

The golem's ankle twisted and broke like a tender sprout despite the steel armor.

The armor twisted, and the ankle snapped.

Thud!

Kkuddu…!

Carl then stamped his foot hard on the ground with his twisted ankle.

The force of the broken ankle crushed the cartilage, and the broken bone pushed through the muscle and outward.

Wedge!

The sound of wind tearing apart, the moonlight scattering as the blade spun furiously, and steel shining dazzlingly in the flying moonlight.

Knock! Knock!

Carl cut once on the outside of the golem's left ankle. The attack just before had cut the back of the ankle four times.

The golem's legs were spread wide, and it turned its upper body to the left with great force, swinging its left arm.

The upper body rotated sharply to the left, and the left arm swung forward, crossing behind its back and pointing to the sky.

Naturally, all of the golem's weight was placed on the outside of its left ankle.

As its weight was transferred to the cut area, the wound opened, and its barely maintained balance collapsed as Carl cut the back of its ankle.

WHACK!

Boom!

Kookung!

Unable to support its own weight, the golem's ankles stretched and eventually broke. Its right knee hit the ground as its ankle was torn off, and its balance suddenly collapsed.

The golem fell forward and landed on the ground with its right hand.

Clang! Clang!

Carl threw himself with all his might and rolled on the floor, narrowly avoiding being crushed by the golem.

The two longswords had long since been discarded. After a quick attack, his teeth had been knocked out and broken, making them unusable.

"Aim for the right ankle!"

"Kuaaaaap!"

Carl's loud cry rang out as he jumped up, pressing his hands against the ground.

Among the soldiers who had completed the siege, those at the right rear of the golem rushed in, stabbing the golem's ankles with their spears and striking it with their shields.

Even as the golem's eyeballs burst and rotten flesh flew out, they attacked with frenzy. They couldn't let the golden opportunity Carl had created go to waste.

"Get out!"

"Ugh!"

At Carl's shout, the soldiers threw themselves back.

Boooow!

The golem's right arm passed through the space where the soldiers had retreated.

The strong wind caused soldiers to fall, roll on the ground, and then jump up to form the siege again.

After receiving treatment from Milton, Carl stuck a dagger into the armor on his disfigured ankle, twisted it, and ripped it off before standing up straight.

He barely recovered before losing his eyesight permanently. No, to be exact, the curse was weakened before that.

Carl felt eyes following him and looked up at the entrance to the mansion. A new figure stood alone at the top of the stairs.

A pure white robe shone dazzlingly in the moonlight, and two black eyes emitted a strange light through the black hair beneath them.

If Garten were to curse not only Carl but also others, this precarious balance would collapse in an instant.

Yet Garten had only placed a curse on Carl, using up all his eyeballs to create the golem, leaving Garten standing there alone.

It was a trap.

Carl knew that if he refused this trap, Garten would spread his curses evenly among the others, destroying them one by one.

Garten had an overwhelming advantage.

Carl could not refuse this trap. His intuition pointed to the only way out.

It wasn't about backing down and running away. Rather than a hopeless escape, Carl needed to grit his teeth and be prepared to die.

His intuition pointed forward, not back.

In that case, he had no choice but to jump into the trap with all his might and destroy it! To survive, one often has to risk their life and limb.

Carl knew this very well.

"I believe in you! I believe in you who have been with me all this time!" Carl shouted loudly and lowered his posture.

Milton looked at Carl in shock at his sudden shout and reached out to grab him with a pale face.

"So you too, trust in me! The one who plants this laurel tree!"

Clank!

"No!"

Carl's scream rang out as if it would shatter the heavens, and his lone form ran out on its own.

Milton screamed and tried to grab him, but the cloak was already torn off and flying away, and his fingertips only barely grazed the breastplate.

Whether it was Garten's trick or not, Carl's vision remained barely intact as he ran between the fighting golems and people, racing up the stairs of the mansion in an instant.

Chae-Ang!

Carl drew a one-handed sword from his waist with his right hand and lunged powerfully at Garten.

Garten glided like a ghost and retreated into the darkness between the wide-open doors of the mansion.

The two figures were consumed by darkness and disappeared.