Is It Wrong for an Extra to Steal the Protagonist's Harem?-Chapter 81: Tomb robbing

Saturday morning started with a wet, sliding friction between my thighs.

I opened my eyes. The bedroom was still dim. Lily was kneeling on the mattress between my legs, her head bobbing rhythmically. Her maid uniform was unbuttoned down the front, her heavy breasts spilling out and swaying heavily with each movement of her neck.

She felt me stir and looked up, making direct eye contact as she swallowed my morning wood to the hilt.

I didn’t stop her. I rested my head back against the pillows and let her work. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive ridge, her cheeks hollowing out as she sucked hard. A few minutes later, the pressure peaked. I grabbed the back of her head, held her in place, and unloaded in her mouth.

Lily swallowed audibly. She pulled back, licking her glossy lips, and gave me a satisfied, highly smug smile.

"Good morning, Master," she said, wiping a stray drop of saliva from her chin.

"Get dressed," I told her, throwing the blankets off and stepping out of bed. "I have things to do today."

Thirty minutes later, I was fully dressed in a durable leather combat tunic and trousers, strapping an obsidian shortsword to my belt. Lily stood by the desk, feeding me slices of salted monster meat from a silver plate while I checked my gear.

"I’m going out for training," I said, taking a piece of meat from her fingers. "It’s the weekend, so Emma is going to come looking for me. Don’t let her in the room. Just tell her I went out to practice my kinetic spells and I’ll be back by dinner."

"Understood," Lily nodded, straightening my collar. "Should I prepare a bath for your return?"

"Make it a cold one. I’m going to be covered in dirt."

I left the dorm and walked out of the Academy’s main gates. I didn’t take an Academy escort. I rented an unmarked carriage from a merchant down the street and paid the driver a silver coin to take me to the Northern Perimeter.

The ride took an hour. I spent the time reviewing my system stats and mentally mapping out the game’s lore.

The carriage dropped me off at a small outpost town that bordered the edge of the safe zone. Past the town’s wooden palisade was the Blackwood Ridge.

There were no guards actively blocking the path into the woods, just a series of magical wards designed to repel low-tier beasts. Students weren’t supposed to cross it, but the wards didn’t stop humans from walking through.

I stepped past the boundary line. The environment changed immediately.

The Blackwood Ridge wasn’t a scenic forest. It was a dense, rotting thicket. The trees had dark, twisted bark, and the canopy was so thick it blocked out most of the sunlight. The air smelled of damp earth and decaying wood.

I drew my shortsword and started walking.

Finding the hidden piece wasn’t going to be easy. In the game, Ren’s discovery of the spellsword’s tomb was an automated cutscene triggered by a random encounter. I didn’t have a GPS marker. I only had vague descriptions from the game’s text to rely on.

’Ren fought the bear near a cluster of dead ironwood trees, right next to a jagged rock formation shaped like a broken tooth.’

I was here a full month before the event happened in the original timeline. This was reality, not a coded game with fixed spawn points. The sinkhole leading to the tomb might not even be exposed yet. The Dire Bear might be miles away hunting. I had to comb the grid manually.

I walked for two straight hours. The terrain was brutal—steep inclines, hidden roots, and thick brambles that snagged at my leather tunic.

Most Mages would be panting, completely drained of stamina just from the hike. Thanks to my [Stamina], my breathing remained perfectly even. I barely broke a sweat.

Rustle.

I stopped. My [Calculation Power: 28] immediately processed the sound of breaking twigs to my right. Three distinct sources. Moving fast.

I didn’t try to run. With my meagre Agility stat, I couldn’t outpace four-legged predators in their own territory. I adjusted my grip on my shortsword and planted my feet.

Three Bloodhounds broke through the underbrush. They were low-tier beasts, basically oversized, heavily muscled wolves with patches of bony armor plating on their skulls and shoulders.

They didn’t hesitate. The lead hound lunged straight at my throat.

I watched its trajectory. It was fast, but linear. I didn’t need high agility to step slightly to the left. As the hound sailed past me, I brought my shortsword up and dragged the obsidian blade across its exposed underbelly.

Blood spilled onto the dirt. The hound crashed into a tree and didn’t get up.

The other two adjusted their tactics, flanking me.

The one on the right snapped at my leg. I kicked it in the snout with my heavy leather boot, stunning it for a fraction of a second. The one on the left used the distraction to leap at my chest.

I dropped my sword, raised my right hand, and gathered my friction-heavy mana.

[Kinetic Discharge]

My palm slammed into the side of the leaping hound’s armored skull. The kinetic shockwave fired point-blank. The bone plating cracked instantly. The force snapped the beast’s neck and sent its lifeless body skidding through the dirt.

The last hound recovered from the kick and charged. I stepped into its guard, grabbed the thick fur behind its neck with my left hand, and drove my right palm into its spine. A second, smaller kinetic pulse shattered its vertebrae.

It dropped to the ground, paralyzed. I picked up my shortsword and finished it with a clean stab to the brain.

I wiped the blade on the dead hound’s fur and sheathed it.

"Three down," I muttered, shaking out my right hand. The recoil from the kinetic blasts stung, but the Essence Spring in my pocket silently absorbed the excess friction from my defective circuit, preventing any real damage.

I kept walking.

By midday, my leather tunic was clinging to my back with sweat. I had killed five more beasts—a pair of venomous vipers that tried to drop from the canopy, and three more hounds. I didn’t bother harvesting their cores or pelts. I didn’t have a spatial inventory ring yet, and carrying bloody monster parts would only attract larger predators.

The deeper I went, the darker the woods became.

Around 2:00 PM, the terrain began to shift. The rotting, damp soil gave way to harder, rockier ground. The dense canopy thinned out slightly, allowing shafts of gray sunlight to pierce through the branches.

I stopped and took a drink from my leather canteen. I scanned the area.

About fifty yards ahead, the color of the bark changed. Instead of the twisted, black wood of the Ridge, there was a dense cluster of tall, perfectly straight trees with pale gray bark. They had no leaves.

Dead ironwood.

I picked up my pace. As I cleared the thicket of ironwood trees, I saw it.

Resting at the edge of a slight incline was a massive formation of limestone. It was heavily weathered, jutting out of the earth at a sharp angle. The top was jagged and split down the middle.

A broken tooth.

"Found it," I exhaled, feeling a surge of genuine satisfaction. Relying on vague game lore in a massive, real-world forest was a gamble, but it had paid off.

Now came the hard part. The sinkhole.

In the game, the bear tackled Ren, and the sheer weight of the two bodies shattered the fragile limestone crust concealing the tomb. I didn’t know exactly where the weak spot was.

I walked over to the base of the broken tooth rock. I drew my shortsword and started tapping the hilt against the ground, listening to the resonance.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

Solid rock and packed dirt. I moved a few feet to the left and tried again.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

Still solid.

I spent twenty minutes systematically testing the ground in a ten-yard radius around the rock formation. The sun was starting to dip lower, casting long, deceptive shadows across the forest floor. If I didn’t find it soon, I would have to camp out here or head back empty-handed.

I walked to the right side of the formation, near a patch of dead briar bushes.

Thud. Thud.

Hollow tap.

I stopped. I tapped the hilt against the ground again. The sound was distinct. It didn’t thud; it echoed slightly, vibrating through the soles of my boots. The crust of earth here was thin.

I put my sword away and took a step back. I didn’t have a giant bear to throw onto it, so I had to crack it myself.

I crouched down, placing both hands flat against the dirt. I channeled a massive amount of mana from my core, ignoring the searing heat in my defective circuit, and dumped it directly into the Essence Spring. I drew the purified energy back out and focused it entirely into my palms.

"Break."

[Kinetic Discharge: Overcharge]

I blasted the ground with everything I had.

The shockwave was deafening. The earth shattered.

A spiderweb of cracks shot out across the dirt. For a second, nothing happened. Then, gravity took over.

The ground beneath my feet simply vanished.

I fell. Dust, rocks, and dirt poured down around me in a suffocating cloud. I didn’t panic. I curled my body, protecting my head with my arms, and braced for the impact.

I hit the ground hard. The impact knocked the wind out of my lungs, but my high Stamina mitigated the damage. I rolled across cold, smooth stone and came to a halt.

I coughed, waving the dust away from my face.

It was pitch black. I channeled a tiny bit of mana to my fingertip, creating a faint, glowing light.

I was sitting in the middle of a long, rectangular chamber made of perfectly cut stone blocks. The air was stale, smelling of dust and ancient, stagnant magic.

At the far end of the chamber, illuminated slightly by the shaft of sunlight filtering down through the hole I had just blasted in the ceiling, was a raised stone dais. Resting on top of it was a heavy stone sarcophagus.

I stood up, dusting the dirt off my leather tunic, a wide grin spreading across my face.

’Found it’