The Time I Got Reincarnated As An Extra

Chapter 130: Pouring Blood On His Hands [3]



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Alya looked at the guide in front of their group.

All the camps had now collectively assembled into one place for the trip.

The guide was currently briefing them on what they would do and what they had to watch out for during the trip.

But it was obvious that no one was paying attention to his words because of the solemnity in the air.

Everyone's minds were still fixed on the incident that happened a few hours ago.

The news of an Eldergrove Cadet killing an Imperial Officer didn't take long to spread.

In one hour, everyone knew about what happened.

Despite the heavy air and the unmotivated attitude of the students, the officers still hadn't been briefed on what happened to Amon.

Some people were spectating that he was dead while others thought he would be jailed in Impestus Recordia, the most secured prison in the Empire.

Their high theories of what was going to happen were enough to make even the dumbest of people realize what he had done.

After all, even killing a moderately-ranked officer was enough to earn you a life sentence in jail.

Even Ren and Charlotte caught wind of the news as they quickly came to inquire about it. And as expected, they too were shocked to the core.

None, not a single person in their group thought of Amon as a person to kill someone.

Ren even broke into an outrage in front of her sister, who had come to inquire about the situation minutes ago.

Fortunately, everyone in their group was put to relief as Arthur Milize, the principal of Eldergrove, ensured them that no harm would come to Amon.

Of course, Alya never thought for a second that something happened to him.

She knew...

That last gaze of his.

It was completely stoic, without any surprise or sign of horror at what was happening to him.

As if he had already planned out all the events.

But getting assurance from the strongest human in the world put them to rest.

All of them were currently getting ready to go on the trip now, and their group assembled together.

There was only one problem...

And it was Elizabeth.

She hadn't spoken a single word after the incident, keeping to herself in her thoughts.

***

Elizabeth's mind was currently a mess.

She was unable to grasp her mind on what happened an hour ago.

While others might have been unable to see it in the heat of the moment, Elizabeth saw it as clear as day.

Amon...

He didn't kill on his own without a reason.

She knew this fact without a doubt in her heart.

After all, she was the target of the person he had killed.

That wretched smile she saw in her blurred vision as he struggled on the ground.

At that moment, the scene of the previous night had relapsed for her with that smile. Amon telling her that she was useless and a failure, with that same smile on his face. Coming close and whispering in her ears, how worthless she was with that smile. It shattered her heart into pieces.

As the torment of emotions gripped at her heart and she felt herself losing her consciousness...

She saw a clean crimson slash clear her vision.

As the fear and pain vanished from her heart, she finally saw what happened.

Amon...

Strangling and killing Dylan, an Imperial Officer.

The same person who hated her...

Killed for her.

The shock that enveloped her body at that moment made her unable to process what was happening around her.

She was unable to think.

How?

How did Amon know of this?

Why?

Why did Amon kill Dylan, fully understanding the consequences?

She didn't know the answers to any of those questions.

And when she snapped out of that shock, she saw Amon's hands cuffed.

The guard in front of her nudged him to move forward.

At that moment, she examined his face.

There was no remorse or guilt on his features. No regrets or anything.

Complete stoicness.

As if he had expected everything that was happening rn.

Questions sprouted in Elizabeth's mind again at his expression.

Why?

Just why was he doing this? Why was he intentionally sending himself to jail, risking a life

sentence?

And as he moved, his gaze moved for the subtlest of moments.

His abyssal black eyes met her lustrous silver ones for the first time since last night.

Those eyes...

They always carried a bottomless depth to them that Elizabeth was never able to read.

At that subtle moment of connection, Elizabeth passed all her questions to him through her

gaze.

She felt an urge to avert her gaze again recounting the last night's incident was found herself

unable to.

Her eyes kept glued to those black ones as if attracted by them.

And then, Elizabeth was sure, in that tiny fraction of a second that everyone was unable to

notice, she saw him smile.

An apologetic smile.

A smile that apologized for what he did last night.

A trustful smile.

A smile that asked her to trust him on what happened.

And then his gaze moved, focusing forward as he moved through the room silently.

Her eyes didn't move from him, focusing on his departing back as he walked out of the room.

As it got smaller and smaller, she saw several students get away from him when he neared

them.

Like they were looking at a psychopath and murderer rather than a student anymore.

His back...

It felt lonely to her at that moment.

***

Amon stared without any change in his expression at the door of the room.

It had been another hour after they left the cell.

And till then, nobody had entered his room.

But then, the door opened and he saw a man enter the room.

He had a tall and lean build, wearing a black imperial army coat that signified he was a doctor.

With maniacal eyes behind his square-shaped glasses, the man spat at him.

"The Imperiac and Eldergrove have yet to decide on what to do with you, but till then...I'll

make sure you won't see the light of the day kid."

He set out his tools on the table in front of him while letting his hair loose from the ponytail.

They fell down on his shoulders.

Coming up to Amon, he crouched down, matching his black gaze with Amon.

A moment of silence passed between them before...

Thud!

A punch connected cleanly with Amon's jaw, turning his head sharply to the side.

The man opened and clenched his hand.

"Your body, it's quite tough. I'll give you that."

Amon tried to turn his head back to the front.

"But..."

He punched hard on his face again, knocking Amon's head back.

"I might just be a 4th Tier Armentist but..." He brought Amon's head to his knee, cracking it

hard.

"I'll break you hard."

His head limped down on the chair, the chains rattling.

Still, no sound of pain came out of his mouth.

The man, who was rubbing his knuckles, noticed something and looked down at Amon's head.

"Three hits and no blood from your mouth..."

Grabbing his hair, the man pulled Amon up.

And in that moment, a cry of shock and fear escaped the man's lips as he stepped back.

Amon's face...Nôv(el)B\\jnn

It was covered in cracks that spread all over his stoic expression.

Purple energy ran through the cracks, illuminating his expression.

The cracked black irises of Amon locked with the ones of the man enveloped in fear.

This was his chance now.

And instantly, Amon disappeared from view.

The man, who was caught off guard in his shock, stumbled to compose himself and figure out

what happened.

And just as he found out, two sharp threads of blood coiled around his neck, digging into his

skin.

The man turned back sharply, only to find two fingers pressed against his forehead.

Amon looked at him without any change in his expression before his mouth opened.

"Sorry but..."

"Die for me, would you?"

And the two fingers recoiled upward in a gun motion as a bullet made of blood passed through

the man's skull, ending his life.

His body dropped lifelessly to the ground with a thud.

Amon's expression twitched a little with remorse but it couldn't be helped.

He had to do this otherwise everyone would die.

Amon looked at the unlocked door.

He could escape right now and he was free from his mana lock as well.

Unfortunately, that would be a dumb decision.

If, hopefully, he was right, then he was probably on the underground floor of the research

center right now.

And going outside was like a death sentence to himself right now.

Which was why...

He looked at the dead body of the man.

Then, he unwrapped his bandages, revealing the purple glowing cracks that spread through

his arms.

Silence permeated through the air for several seconds as he gazed at the cracks with regret.

What he was going to do right now...

He was going to regret it his whole life.

But, it had to be done.

And he crouched down on the ground, bringing his hands to the face of the man in front of

him.

Before, he muttered.

[Void Decay].

And instantly, screams started to echo in his head.