Transmigrated As An Extra In The Apocalypse
Chapter 107 - 106: Vasper City Defeat

Chapter 107: Chapter 106: Vasper City Defeat

If the battle had been as bad as I suspected, then even he would be feeling its effects.

Maybe he would be limping in, bloodied, worn down just like the rest of them.

Maybe I would finally see him in a vulnerable state.

I don’t think so, he would probably be wearing his unbreakable amour, which is seriously annoying.

I continued looking but, he never came.

And honestly?

I wasn’t surprised.

The Fifth Orc Lord wasn’t someone who would let himself be seen in a weak state.

No, he was the kind of monster who kept his presence looming over everything, never too close, never too far, but always there, a silent pressure that never left your mind.

Even in the novel, he was portrayed as a being that didn’t need to be physically present to be feared.

His name alone carried weight.

His reputation was enough to strike terror into those who heard it.

Not only him, but all five of them.

But when he did appear, he never just walked in like some ordinary war chief returning from battle.

No.

He always made an entrance.

An epic one.

One that reminded everyone exactly who he was.

The Fifth Orc Lord...

The cave rumbled faintly again, not from trucks this time, but from the sheer weight of movement.

I turned my head toward the entrance, curiosity already tugging at my focus like a hook.

And then I saw them.

People.

A lot of people.

They moved in sluggish waves, herded like cattle, faces hollow and limbs heavy with fatigue.

Some clung to others for balance, while others stumbled forward as if their legs were moving out of pure instinct and nothing else.

It wasn’t hard to tell.

I didn’t need someone to explain it to me.

That was a whole city.

The crowd wasn’t small like the groups the goblins brought in before.

No, this was massive, hundreds, maybe thousands of people forced to walk into the belly of this cursed underground fortress.

The difference was immediate, obvious even from my position near the wall.

This wasn’t just another outskirt town.

And then came the orcs.

Not the usual grunts either.

These ones were stronger, taller, their armor thicker, and their eyes colder.

Some had bloodstains on their weapons that hadn’t even dried yet.

These weren’t guards.

They were enforcers, directing the flow of people with sharp grunts, guttural snarls, and when necessary, violence.

I watched a goblin shove a limping boy forward with the butt of its spear.

The child fell, scraped his palms, but didn’t cry.

There was no room for tears.

Only obedience.

Something in me twisted, hard.

For three days, I’d been trapped here, staying in the farthest corner of this monstrous underground city, watching, listening, observing every arrival.

And every time people were dragged in, I kept asking myself the same thing...

Is it them?

Is this finally Vasper City?

Because that was what I had been waiting for.

Not just to confirm where I was, but to know what time I was in the story.

In the past few days, I had seen plenty of small settlements brought in, ragged towns with barely any awakened, normal civilians pushed and broken.

But this crowd...

They had more life.

More structure in their disorganized march.

They weren’t wearing worn-out rags like the last groups.

Some had remnants of uniforms, soldiers, maybe scouts.

And there were too many of them.

Way too many.

It couldn’t be anything else.

This is Vasper City, I thought, my heart slowing a little, like it was weighing the truth against my chest.

It has to be.

And if I was right... then things were about to get much worse.

I knew it.

I didn’t need anyone to tell me, no official confirmation, no words whispered between panicked survivors.

I knew it the moment I saw the scale of it all, the sheer number of people being forced into this dark, suffocating cavern... this hell.

This was Vasper City.

And I only needed one look to be sure.

It wasn’t just the size of the group or the haunted expressions plastered across the faces of those being dragged in like livestock.

No, it was what came before.

The patterns.

The numbers.

I’d been watching closely these past few days, memorizing every group of prisoners the goblins brought in, counting the number of orcs and goblins that returned, observing how many didn’t.

The other cities they raided?

They were smaller, scattered settlements that barely had anyone to fight back.

Towns with maybe one or two awakened individuals, if they were lucky.

The people from those places came in with their heads bowed, their defeat inevitable before it had even begun.

And the goblins?

They’d come back with barely a scratch.

A few bruises here and there, maybe a torn ear or two, but nothing significant.

No real losses.

But this time... this was different.

There were fewer goblins now.

Even fewer orcs.

And the ones that did return?

They limped.

They groaned.

Some were even missing limbs, bandaged with scraps of cloth or not at all.

Their armor was dented, soaked with blood that smelled more like their own than their victims’.

Some dragged themselves through the portal as if they barely made it back alive.

That wasn’t the aftermath of a massacre.

That was the aftermath of a war.

And only one city could’ve inflicted that kind of damage on the fifth orc lord’s forces.

Vasper City, and the other big cities, which I doubt the fifth orc lord would want to attack right now.

It made sense, really.

Vasper was one of the most powerful cities that was standing before everything fell apart.

It had a strong awakened population, well-trained soldiers, advanced barriers, and elite units like Amber’s team.

They were the kind of people that could punch back when monsters came knocking.

They didn’t fall quietly.

But still... they fell.

Just like in the novel.

I remembered it, that part of the story, buried deep in my memory like an old scar.

Vasper’s resistance was fierce, but it wasn’t enough.

It never was.

Because while they were strong, while they had numbers and talent and resolve... they weren’t strong enough to stand against a being like him.

The fifth orc lord.

I shuddered just thinking about it.

A creature with mastery over gravity at a peak level.

His power didn’t just weigh on you physically, it bent the world around you.

He was like a walking natural disaster.

Entire squads were flattened under his pressure before they could even lift their weapons.

Bullets didn’t matter.

Swords didn’t matter.

Power didn’t matter, because his was simply greater.

It was one thing to know about him from reading a screen.

But it was another to be here... to know he was real.

I didn’t blame the people of Vasper.

Not one bit.

They fought.

They did better than most would have.

But no amount of courage or planning could bridge that kind of gap in strength.

They weren’t weak, but the main, and side characters weren’t fully strong either yet.

But he is already strong...

That’s the difference.

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