The Extra's Harem In Dead End Game

As the leader, I was confident that I had completely transformed from a mere civilian into something entirely different.

"So, I'll be supporting from the back?"

"Ah, you'll be supporting, but not just supporting. I'm planning to use you as one of the core elements."

"Co-core?"

Anette blinked in surprise.

It seemed completely unexpected to her.

That's because, as of now, her offensive abilities were below average.

But I knew.

When facing the undead, she becomes a completely different asset.

"Don't worry too much. It won't be that difficult. You just need to sing behind us."

"Sing...?"

"Yes, you know. The Song of Healing."

"The Song of Healing is for healing, but....."

Anette looked confused.

"I know. I know that."

The Song of Healing.

It was Anette's nickname and her unique trait.

Meaning it was a trait only she possessed.

Naturally, characters with unique traits are far less common than those without.

They exist for important or significant characters.

So, unique traits are mostly openly beneficial.

Anette's unique trait, the Song of Healing, was just like that.

Just by singing, she could perform healing spells around her, which was enough to make any average cleric blush twice over, but there was more.

When used against the undead, it has an area-of-effect debuff.

I didn't know exactly what kind of debuff it was, but one thing was certain.

The undead become extremely weakened.

It felt like all aspects, such as speed, strength, movement, and reaction, were reduced by at least 30%.

Therefore, Anette was recognized by everyone as an A-class healer and a wide-area debuff machine specifically for the undead.

Moreover, since she was already a close and confirmed companion from the start, there was no need to painstakingly build a relationship.

Where else could you find such a sweet character?

It wasn't for nothing that Anette was the default healer in every party.

However.

Of course, there was a problem.

Being a glass healer, she could easily be taken out in battle.

"I still need to make her strong."

I smirked to myself.

A precious healer who is weak and protected all the time is a character who will inevitably meet their end at a critical moment.

She needed to be made strong from the very beginning.

Just like I had been until now.

By diligently feeding experience to the protagonist in a small party, their eyes and mindset were already different.

This was the know-how that comes from experience.

"Trust me and try singing once. I've heard that holy power has a negative effect on the undead."

"Is, is that so?"

"Yes. So there's no harm in trying. Please, junior Anette."

"Ah, yes-"

Anette nodded her head.

The effect of becoming a trustworthy senior through past events was showing here as well.

"Good."

I smiled slightly.

Finally, the figures of skeletons guarding the entrance came into view.

There were two of them.

The choice was one.

Gwen glanced at my face and, catching my eye, nodded as if he understood.

And then.

"Chargeeeeee!"

He shouted in a resounding voice.

"Uwaaaaaaah!"

"Let's gooooo!"

"Sweep them all away!"

Responding to his call, the residents started their charge with a battle cry.

"Let's go too."

"Understood."

"Yes."

Kamian and I took the lead, and we also ran forward.

Clatter.

Clatter.

The two skeletons at the entrance quickly took to their heels.

They were basically dumb lower-level undead, but even they could make such a basic judgment of the situation.

"Don't lose momentum! Keep pushing forward!"

Gwen shouted again.

The residents, buoyed by the momentum, poured into the entrance one after another.

We entered as well.

Inside the entrance was a fairly large square.

All the undead were gathered there.

Of course, when I say undead, it was a collection of skeleton and zombie hordes.

A group of lower-level undead.

But no matter how low-level they were, their numbers were still sufficiently threatening.

In terms of sheer numbers, the undead were the largest force on the 10th underground floor.

This was because lower-level undead were the mainstay, and it took the least amount of energy to maintain one entity.

At a glance, there seemed to be at least 200 of them.

In contrast, we were only dozens.

"Wait, isn't that too many? Is it really okay to fight separately as planned?"

Kamian said incredulously.

It seemed the larger-than-expected number was causing him anxiety and concern.

"Why? Are you scared? If you're scared, you can just run away."

"No, it's not that I'm scared, it's just that logically—"

I deliberately cut off Kamian's words.

"Logical is good. But how will you ever become strong if you only follow the easy and safe path? Can you even become strong? Sometimes you have to choose the painful and difficult path. That's the way of those who become strong."

The way to become strong.

There was no better way to get through to Kamian right now.

He was struggling to become stronger by any means necessary.

So this time, my words hit home perfectly.

"Ugh."

Kamian's mouth shut tight as he frowned.

His primary will to become stronger had ultimately won out.

If Kamian's mind was made up, there was no need to worry about Anette.

Wherever Kamian went, Anette would always follow.

"Believe in yourself. And believe in each other. We can do this. Why?

Because we have been doing so until now. And we will continue to do so."

I spoke calmly.

But there was power in my words.

Because they were sincere.

They must have felt that sincerity.

I could tell from the expressions of Kamian and Anette.

Their expressions, firming up their resolve desperately amidst the tension.

"Avoid being surrounded on their left side as much as possible."

Finally, we began to move in earnest.

Everyone might think of it as a weak flutter of a butterfly's wings.

But it's not just fluttering.

We will become the storm that will decide this battlefield.

My party and I will make it so.

Now we will show them.

"Increase speed!"

We were going to completely destroy the undead's left formation.

Just the three of us.