Chronicles of Forgotten Extra

A girl with white hair and ruby red eyes walked through the forest alone.

She had a single horn emerging out of her head.

Her beautiful face was filled with annoyance.

She was Aemirya Vael'Zyre.

The descendant of the current dragon queen.

She had been wandering through this dungeon for a week now.

The monsters here were tougher than normal.

But for her. Even with her suppressed strength, she didn't suffer much.

Just then—

She noticed the surrounding change.

The air felt wrong.

Not poisoned.

Not cursed. But… stretched.

She stopped mid-step.

Her hands gently brushed the bark of a half-charred tree as her crimson eyes narrowed.

She'd been walking through this part of the forest before.

The same trees.

The same air.

The same faint scent of mana bleeding into the earth.

And yet—

Something was off.

There was no spatial shift. No dramatic swirl of dimensional portals like the ones she'd crossed before.

But the pressure wasn't the same as it had been moments ago.

She pulled out her communication crystal.

Still locked. Just as before.

The communication crystal was one of the rarer artifacts. It was used for communication.

Generally, it could be used even through dungeons.

But this dungeon blocked even that.

"I hate this place," she muttered under her breath.

Then she heard the sound of footsteps.

It was too quiet to be noticed by anyone else.

But with her draconian senses, she picked it up immediately.

She walked towards the source, hoping to find the clue about the dungeon.

She had met other intruders before, but they were all useless.

Soon, she arrived near the source.

She suppressed her mana and observed who it was.

And then she saw them.

A group of people laughing gently while setting up a camp; her eyes widened.

How can this be?

Five familiar faces. Bandits, reavers, mercenaries—whatever they'd called themselves.

She hadn't bothered asking before.

The same five she had personally roasted a few days ago, after they'd tried to lure her into a trap.

She remembered every scream.

Every failed plea.

But here they were again.

Whole.

Alive.

Unaware.

She couldn't understand how it was even possible.

Are they perhaps part of the dungeon?

But this time, someone new was with them.

Someone who wasn't there before.

Who is he?

A human.

He was tall and lean.

He moved through the group like a knife through butter.

Efficient and controlled.

He didn't even flinch when one of them activated a spell.

He just… absorbed it. Like it was nothing.

She watched as he dismantled them, one by one, with all the emotion of someone wiping dust off their cloak.

And when the last one fell, he didn't wait.

Just turned and left.

Interesting.

She didn't follow out of suspicion or obligation.

She felt something familiar from him.

Curiosity was a dangerous thing.

But dragons had always been cursed with it.

So she followed.

Silently and casually.

Until he stopped and spoke—calling her out without turning, like he knew exactly where she was.

It took her by surprise and amusement.

It was enough for her to step forward and introduce herself.

She even offered him to become her subordinate.

Unfortunately, he rejected her.

Her amusement increased even more. All the residents of Eryndor would kill to become subordinates of a dragon.

And this guy… Someone barely in Apprentice Rank rejected her.

It made her curious about his origin.

So, she asked.

Is he from the Holy Empire? Or from the Empire of Lunaca?

But again, his answer took her by surprise.

"Vallorian Empire?"

What is that?

Is there any empire with that name?

Something felt wrong.

She decided to use her ability.

Her eyes glowed. The world lost its colour except for a single thing.

The body of the boy in front of her.

It glowed in different colours.

But something felt similar.

His soul.

Immediately, her perception was flooded with impossibilities.

That signature, that soul print—no. It couldn't be.

Her body froze for a moment.

Her breath caught. Not because she feared him.

No.

She feared… the impossibility.

She feared what it meant if she was right.

She tried to speak. Trying to understand.

"…What time is it?" she asked suddenly.

The boy was confused. "What?"

"What year? Tell me what time it is."

The boy responded almost immediately.

"It's Year 5316 according to the Aeonic calendar."

No…

How is that possible?

It's supposed to be 2003.

She immediately understood what was happening.

"I see," she whispered. "Time is distorted in this place."

"You want to tell me what that was about?" The boy asked.

"You are—"

She tried to answer.

" —from a different time."

And then—

Golden light.

The dungeon swallowed her.

She felt the environment shift again.

Something was pulling her from the other side.

Her own time.

And now—

She was still standing in the same place.

Same clearing.

Same air.

But the boy… was gone.

"…I hate this place," she repeated.

Her hands trembled slightly as she reached out.

The air felt thinner now.

This wasn't the same moment.

Not even the same layer.

She clenched her fist. "Another jump. Time displacement again… but why? Why now? And who—what was that?"

It wasn't just familiarity.

She had seen that soul before.

Felt its warmth.

But the face didn't match.

He can't be him.

He should be back at the palace right now…

I must've seen something wrong.

Or it must be the effect of the dungeon.

The dungeon must be trying to mess with my head… that's all.

But she didn't have time to overthink anymore.

Not here. Not now.

Then—crack.

A branch snapped behind her.

Two signatures approached.

One strong. The other... strange.

She didn't move.

And two figures emerged from the bush in front of her.

Both human-shaped.

One male, one female.

Both looked unfamiliar.

The man had pure white hair and sharp violet eyes.

He looked mature and calm despite the many injuries on his body.

The woman had blonde hair and calculative red eyes.

They paused when they saw her.

The woman narrowed his eyes. "Another survivor?"

"No…" the man said softly without a second glance at the woman. "She doesn't belong here… Seles."

"What are you talking about, Lucien?" The woman asked.

The man, Lucien, looked at Aemirya calmly. His eyes held pity, which made her frown.

Why is he looking at me like that?

She didn't like that look.

She readied herself to fight. But before she could move… Golden light enveloped the two, and they vanished from her sight.

Another time distortion.

But why?

Why did he look at me like that? Like I was already lost.

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Golden light swallowed Lucien and Seles whole.

And then—wind.

Cold and sharp.

"Where did that woman vanish?" Seles asked, scanning the area.

Her stance was tense.

Lucien stood still, his eyes distant, scanning the system pop-up in front of him.

[ERROR]

[ERROR]

[ANOMALY ENCOUNTERED]

[NEUTRALISE THE ANOMALY]

He didn't understand why his system reacted like that.

But when he saw the woman, he didn't wish to kill her.

He just felt pity.

He himself didn't understand the reason.

"She wasn't supposed to be here," he murmured, voice low.

"Who was she?" Seles asked, turning toward him.

"Someone—" He staggered, coughing softly.

Blood dotted the ground.

"Lucien!" Seles moved to steady him. "You're still injured."

"I'm fine… Seles." He straightened, eyes regaining their clarity.

Clap. Clap.

They both turned.

A youth stepped forward with blue hair and lazy green eyes.

His smirk was aristocratic and cruel.

"Found you," he said lightly.

The demon prince from the Pride Clan.

But this time—Lucien didn't move to flee.

He didn't need to.

This dungeon had levelled the board.

And for the first time…he could fight back.

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Author Note:-

For anyone Finding it Confusing. The Dungeon is distorting time. Converging diffrent possibilities.