As A Mafia Boss, I Refuse To Be An Extra

Chapter 267: We MoveOne by one, students began emerging from meditation.

Eyes opening slowly, blinking against rain that hadn’t stopped falling, pupils adjusting to the oppressive grey light of this incomplete dimension.

The first to wake were the Imperial heirs – their superior talent allowing faster Aura recovery despite the ambient density being wrong, making absorption difficult.

Cassius’s grey eyes snapped open with sharp awareness, his instincts never fully dormant even during recovery.

Jonathan’s golden features showed less exhaustion now, though the divine radiance that usually surrounded him remained absent, his reserves still too depleted for Imperial skills.

Ben stretched his shoulders, rolling his neck, testing his body’s readiness for combat, his fingers twitching toward where his greatsword lay beside him.

The others followed – Alexander checking his shield’s condition, Raymond testing wind-manipulation with small air currents, Sophia pressing fingers to her temples against lingering headache from telekinetic overuse, David flexing hands that had channeled so much healing Aura they still trembled slightly.

Then the other students.

Nobles waking with varying degrees of composure, some showing renewed determination from Damian’s speech while others still carried fear poorly hidden behind trained expressions.

William Greene was among the first few to wake, his eyes immediately finding other Republic Academy survivors, silently counting heads and processing grief for those who hadn’t made it.

The Mafia members woke almost simultaneously, their internal clocks synchronized from months of working together.

Lysa stood apart from where she’d been sitting with Damian, her brown eyes clearer now, the crushing sadness from earlier replaced by something approaching hope.

Within minutes, all one hundred seventy surviving students were conscious and aware, their collective attention shifting from recovery to what lay ahead in the future.

What came next?

Where were they?

What was the plan for survival?

**** Edrin stood slowly, his twin swords in hand, his mind already processing the information they’d gathered during the battle.

He moved toward where the Imperial heirs had clustered, his voice carrying questions that needed answering.

"Do any of you know what kind of creatures we were fighting?

" The question made everyone pause, attention focusing on the Imperials, hoping their superior training and access to classified information might provide answers.

Cassius looked at the corpses scattered across the mud, his grey eyes studying the dark flesh and white eyes and asymmetric armor plating with tactical assessment.

"We’ve never encountered anything like these Monsters before.

They’re not in any of the documented species from previous portal expeditions.

" His voice carried certainty born from extensive education about known threats.

"Their physical characteristics don’t match any catalogued Monster type.

The dark skin, the completely white eyes, the natural armor distribution – it’s all wrong compared to known Monster variants.

" Jonathan nodded agreement, his golden features showing frustration.

"I’ve studied records from every major portal expedition in Federation history.

These things aren’t documented anywhere.

Which means either they’re completely new, or...

" He trailed off, the implication hanging heavy.

Or they’d been deliberately hidden from student education for some reason.

Sophia Verratoux stepped forward, her pink hair still plastered to her head from rain, blood dried under her nose from earlier telekinetic overuse.

"These creatures are completely mindless.

I’m certain of it.

" Her voice carried the confidence of someone whose abilities had tested the assertion thoroughly.

"My mind-principle skills found nothing – no consciousness to attack, no thoughts to disrupt and no intelligence whatsoever.

They’re like...

empty vessels.

Bodies that move and attack but have no actual minds controlling them.

" Her face showed the frustration of someone whose greatest abilities had proven completely useless.

"It’s as if they’re being controlled by something else.

Something external that directs their movements while they remain completely empty-headed.

" **** Edrin went silent, his mind processing implications, running scenarios, arriving at conclusions that made his blood run cold.

The other students watched him, seeing his expression shift from thoughtful to grim, knowing whatever he was about to say wouldn’t be good news.

"If they’re all completely mindless," Edrin’s voice emerged slowly, carefully, "then whatever is controlling them – we need to find it and kill it.

" He turned to face the assembled students, making sure everyone heard.

"Right now we only faced these creatures at D rank strength.

They were manageable in small numbers but overwhelming in large groups.

" His voice became harder.

"But what about creatures at higher ranks?

What if whatever is controlling these things can also control C rank Monsters?

B rank?

What if there are A rank versions of these things waiting somewhere in this dimension?

" "...

" Silence fell like a physical weight with everyone processing the implications.

Everyone realizing what Edrin was saying was absolutely correct.

Faces went pale as the understanding sank in – they’d barely survived a wave of D-rank creatures, had lost around seventy students and had been pushed to absolute desperation despite having seven Imperial heirs and multiple talented teams.

If higher-ranked versions attacked...

The thought was terrifying.

A Noble girl’s hands began trembling where they gripped her weapon, her voice emerging as barely a whisper.

"We’d all die even if we did our best.

" Others nodded slowly, fear creeping back into expressions that had shown determination moments before.

The crushing weight of helplessness beginning to descend again.

But something had shifted since Damian’s speech.

Instead of succumbing to despair like they had during the battle, instead of breaking down or giving up, the students turned as one.

Looking toward where Damian stood at the edge of the formation.

Their eyes carried expectation rather than fear.

Hope rather than resignation.

Because he’d saved them once already and had performed miracles they couldn’t explain.

He had shown them that impossible situations could be overcome through sheer ruthless capability.

If anyone could find a solution, it would be him.

**** Damian felt their attention like physical weight, their expectations pressing down, their faith in him both flattering and dangerous.

’Sigh...

They’re looking at me for answers and miracles I might not be able to deliver.

’But his face showed none of these thoughts.

He just calmly processed Edrin’s analysis and found the logic sound.

They needed to find whatever was controlling these creatures.

And that meant reconnaissance.

Without warning, Damian’s legs coiled and he launched himself upward.

CRACK!

The ground beneath his feet shattered from the force, mud and stone exploding outward, students nearby stumbling from the shockwave.

His body shot into the air like a missile, reaching fifteen meters almost instantly, then twenty as momentum carried him higher.

But gravity began asserting itself, pulling him back down, his jump reaching its apex.

Not high enough.

His telekinesis activated again, the mental strain sending spikes of pain through his still-recovering mind.

But he pushed through it, forcing his battered abilities to work, lifting himself higher through pure willpower.

Twenty-five meters.

Thirty.

Thirty-five.

The formation below became visible in its entirety – a small cluster of humanity surrounded by corpses and blood-soaked mud, looking fragile and temporary against the hostile landscape.

His eyes shifted with pupils dilating, his macro vision activating.

The technique he’d been practicing for months, the ability to see vast distances with clarity, to perceive details that normal vision would miss.

The fog remained thick and oppressive, reducing visibility to almost nothing even from this height.

He pushed harder, forcing his eyes to pierce through the white mist, ignoring the burning sensation as his Aura enhanced visual processing.

There!

Barely visible through gaps in the fog, maybe fifteen kilometers distant, something massive in the landscape.

A mountain-like structure.

Whatever this place was, whatever purpose it served, that structure was the center.

Damian’s telekinesis failed, mental strain becoming too much with his concentration breaking.

He began falling as wind whipped past him with the ground rushing up.

ThudHe landed in a controlled crouch, absorbing impact through bent knees, mud splashing outward.

Every eye was locked on him, waiting for assessment and hoping for direction.

"We move in that direction.

"