Shattered Innocence: Transmigrated Into a Novel as an Extra

The sun rose over the tournament grounds, casting golden light across the bustling arena. The anticipation in the air was almost tangible as spectators poured into their seats, their conversations buzzing with excitement about the day's matchups. With the quarterfinals concluded, the remaining four fighters had proven themselves to be among the best, and now the semifinals promised even greater intensity.

The announcer's voice rang out across the arena, his words amplified by magic to reach the farthest corners of the stands.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the semifinals of the Ventor Martial Tournament! Today, the finest warriors will clash in battles that will be remembered for years to come. Let us waste no time and reveal the matchups that have set the arena abuzz with anticipation!"

The crowd erupted in cheers as the names appeared on the magical display above the arena:

First Match: Valeria Olarion (Olarion Household) vs. Varen Drakov (Silver Flame Sect)

Second Match: Lira Vaelan (Cloud Heavens Sect) vs. Lucavion (Unaffiliated)

Whispers of intrigue spread like wildfire among the audience.

"Valeria Olarion… the Pink Knight. She's been climbing fast but against Varen Drakov? He's practically the favorite to win the whole thing!"

"She's good, no doubt, but Varen's a monster. He doesn't just fight—he dominates."

"And then there's Lucavion. He's been a thorn in the Cloud Heavens Sect's side since the tournament began. Now he's up against their strongest, Lira Vaelan herself. If he wins this, it'll be a humiliation they can't ignore."

"After what he did to Joel Rythan yesterday? I wouldn't count him out. Lira will need every ounce of skill to stand against him."

The tension was palpable as the fighters made their way to their respective preparation chambers. In the first chamber, Valeria Olarion adjusted the straps of her armor, her pink-tinted plates gleaming in the morning light. Her Zweihander rested nearby, its blade as sharp as her focus. She took a steadying breath, her thoughts centering on the opponent she would soon face.

Varen Drakov. The strongest contender. This isn't just another fight—this is a test of everything I've trained for.

Meanwhile, in another chamber, Varen stood in silence, his arms crossed as he stared at his reflection in the polished steel of his greatsword. His demeanor was calm, his expression unreadable, but within, a fire burned. He respected Valeria's rise and the weight of her family name, but respect wouldn't soften his strikes. For Varen, this was another step toward proving his supremacy, and he intended to take it without faltering.

In the third chamber, Lira Vaelan sat cross-legged, her sword resting across her knees as she meditated. Her breathing was measured, her mind calm as she prepared to face the man who had humiliated her sect. To her, this fight wasn't just about victory—it was about restoring the pride of the Cloud Heavens Sect.

Lucavion won't leave this arena unscathed,

she thought, her gaze hardening.

And in the final chamber, Lucavion lounged against the wall, his estoc balanced casually in his hands. His expression was one of quiet amusement as he considered his matchup.

Lira Vaelan, the Silent Thunder. They think she's their best, their pride. Let's see if she's as good as they say. Enjoy new adventures from мѵʟ

As the time for the first match drew near, the announcer's voice rang out again.

"Let us welcome the warriors of the first match to the stage! On one side, we have Varen Drakov, the ferocious flame of the Silver Flame Sect! A fighter whose strength and discipline have earned him the respect of all!"

The crowd roared as Varen strode into the arena, his silvery-red robes flaring behind him. His greatsword rested across his shoulder, the subtle flame design on his armor catching the light. His expression remained composed, but his presence exuded an aura of overwhelming power.

"And on the other side, the rising star of the Olarion Household, the Pink Knight, Valeria Olarion! A warrior whose relentless determination and skill have captivated us all!"

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As Valeria stepped into the arena, the cheers of the crowd washed over her like a wave, but her focus remained locked on the figure standing across from her. Varen Drakov. The ferocious flame of the Silver Flame Sect.

Her heart beat steadily, her breathing controlled, but as she crossed the sandy floor and drew closer to her opponent, she felt it.

The pressure.

It was like stepping into the heart of a furnace. The air itself seemed heavier around Varen, thick with his mana and presence. Valeria's instincts screamed at her, a primal recognition of the danger he exuded. This wasn't just the aura of a strong opponent. It was the weight of dominance, a force that sought to crush the will of anyone who dared stand against him.

Her grip on her Zweihander tightened as her steps slowed, the realization settling in. 'Even with my breakthrough, even with everything I've gained… this is what it means to face someone like him.'

Varen stood tall, his greatsword resting casually across his shoulder. His silvery-red robes fluttered in the faint breeze, and his eyes—cold, focused, and unyielding—met hers with a quiet intensity. His aura pulsed subtly, the flames within him simmering just below the surface, ready to erupt.

"You've grown stronger," he said, his voice low but carrying across the arena with ease. "I can see it in the way you stand. Breaking through to the fourth star is no small feat."

Valeria inclined her head slightly, acknowledging his words without breaking eye contact. "You're as strong as they say. I can feel it."

Varen's lips twitched into a faint, almost imperceptible smile. "Strength is only part of it. Resolve, focus… those matter just as much. I wonder if you've gained enough of those to face me."

The announcer's voice cut through the tension, calling for the fighters to ready themselves. The crowd fell silent, the weight of anticipation settling over the arena like a shroud.

Valeria shifted her stance, her Zweihander sliding free with a metallic hiss. The blade gleamed in the sunlight, and as she gripped it firmly, she felt the pulse of her mana coursing through her body. She had trained for this. She had fought for this. And now, she would prove herself.

Varen lowered his greatsword, the massive blade glinting with faint embers as he let it rest lightly in both hands. The subtle flame design on the steel seemed to come alive, flickering with an ominous glow as his mana began to stir.

The referee raised his hand, signaling the start of the match.

"Begin!"

Varen moved first, his greatsword carving through the air with startling speed for its size. Flames erupted from the blade, roaring toward Valeria in a sweeping arc.

SWOOSH!

She reacted instantly, her Zweihander meeting the strike in a clash of steel and fire. The impact reverberated through her arms, and the heat of the flames licked at her armor, but she held firm.

'So heavy!'

she thought, gritting her teeth as she braced against his strength.

Varen didn't relent. He pressed forward with a series of powerful strikes, his greatsword moving with precision and force that belied its weight. Each swing sent shockwaves rippling through the air, the sheer pressure forcing Valeria to stay on the defensive.

But she wasn't the same fighter she had been before. With her newfound clarity and her breakthrough to the fourth star, her movements were sharper, her mana more responsive. She parried and countered with a focus that matched Varen's intensity, her Zweihander weaving arcs of energy to meet his fiery onslaught.

Their blades clashed again, sparks flying as Valeria sidestepped, narrowly avoiding the searing flames that erupted from Varen's weapon. Her own mana surged in response, forming a protective layer around her as she moved.

"You're holding up better than I expected," Varen said, his tone calm but laced with a hint of approval. "But let's see how long that lasts."

With a sudden burst of speed, Varen closed the distance, his greatsword descending in a fiery vertical slash. Valeria reacted instinctively, raising her Zweihander to intercept.

BOOM!

The collision sent a shockwave rippling through the arena, the force of the impact kicking up sand and causing the crowd to gasp. Valeria staggered slightly, her arms straining against the weight of the strike.

He's stronger than I thought,' she realized, her mind racing.

Stepping back to create space, she channeled her mana into her blade, the familiar glow of her family's technique igniting along the edge. She steadied her breathing, her focus narrowing as she prepared to push back.

"Sword of Olarion: Knight's Arc!"

Her blade swung in a wide, deliberate arc, releasing a crescent of shimmering energy that cut through the air toward Varen.

He met it head-on, his greatsword flaring with flames as he cleaved through the attack, the remnants of the energy scattering harmlessly around him.

"Not bad," he said, his voice carrying a note of genuine respect. "But you'll need more than that to bring me down."

Valeria's eyes narrowed, her grip tightening. She wasn't done yet.

The pressure was suffocating, the heat of his mana pressing down on her like a tidal wave. But amidst it all, she felt something stir within her—a deeper resolve, a reminder of why she fought.

'I've come this far. I've broken through my limits. I will not falter here.'

She threw a look at the stage on the front.

There she saw someone with a smirk.

'I will face you in the finals.'

It was no longer about her path.

She wanted to face that man.

----------A/N-----------

Kinda aced the French exam. Or at least, I feel like it.

Now, I have one final exam left.