The Time I Got Reincarnated As An Extra

Chapter 171: Adam VS Amon [3]



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Amon coughed and stumblingly walked out of the stadium.

He was covered in injuries all around.

And it was all because of Adam, who had been carried to the infirmary shortly after he fell unconscious as well.

The medical staff had asked him as well but he respectfully denied it.

There were definitely cracks underneath the bodysuit armor.

And they were not to be shown to the public.

At least not yet. He had to wait until tomorrow for his match against Michael.

Looking at his state, it was fair to say that his injuries against Adam were more than all his 3 matches combined.

As he focused ahead in the night light, his vision blurred subtly.

'Fuck, I can't pass out right here.'

There was still public around him.

As he tried to grab hold of a street railing, suddenly, his hand slipped.

And he lost his balance...

Amon closed his eyes to embrace the fall and tiredness but was taken aback when someone took his arm.

And then hung it over his shoulder.

Barely opening his eyes, Amon was able to take a subtle glance at the person before falling to exhaustion.

Blonde hair and crimson eyes locked with him and filled with worry.

'Michael...'

He was at least in safe and trustworthy hands.

***

Inside a dimly lit room, multiple people sat around a round table, which was laden with burning candles.

They were wearing red robes, with their faces covered.

Even the illumination of the candles in front of them didn't reveal even a subtle part of their features.

The robes were adorned with golden stripes that connected from all around to form a symbol of rain.

Only that the direction of the drops was tilted in an upward direction, making it seem as if the rain was inverted.

Currently, there were 12 figures in the room, or more accurately a cave room.

The walls around them were made of rock and the room by itself wasn't very large.

It was fair enough to assume that the party might have been in a cave.

As a light wind made the flames of the candles sway to the right, the person sitting in the respective direction finally opened their mouth.

"The time has come." His hoarse voice echoed in the area.

A second of silence passed before a figure sitting to his next spoke up.

"Do we have the target ready?" A female voice asked.

At her question, another figure sitting in front of her spoke up.

"We do. The operation should start in a few days."

Everyone nodded at his answer in agreement.

But suddenly, another figure sitting at the far end spoke up.

"But..."

"What about 'him'?" He asked, not calling the person's name.

At the mention of 'him', everyone grew wary.

The question was correct.

How were they supposed to execute their plans when 'he' was there?

They might as well do suicide than do that when 'he' was there.

Whispers broke out as a major issue highlighted in the gathering.

But then...

The female figure from before spoke up.

"Silence." She said, gesturing to the person sitting beside her, apparently the leader of the meeting.

And as everyone turned to look in the direction, they were taken aback as they did something for the first time.

The leader's features were subtly revealed through the candle's illumination.

Or more specifically, only the mouth.

And....

It was smiling.

Widely and manically.

And in the whole meeting, the leader spoke up again, for the second time.

"Do not worry about 'him'." He said, his grin growing wider.

"Proceed with the plans. I'll be the one to handle him. The one to kill him."

***

Amon's eyes subtly opened, tired.

'Where am I?'

He tried to look around, squinting his eyes to adjust to the bright light in the room.

[Heaven, wake up bro. We need to see those jade beauties.] A familiar voice resounded in his

mind.

Amon instantly recognized it.

'Vain?'

[Yes, now wake up doofus.]

Amon rubbed his eyes, finally looking at the room.

'This isn't heaven.'

[Of course, it isn't.] A female voice came inside his head now.

'Zephyra?' He asked.

[Yes, idiot.]

[Of course, it isn't, otherwise, you wouldn't be here. They don't keep rainbow-colored

retarded whamen there.] Vain replied to Zephyra.

[Fuck off, you insect-looking bastard.]

And like always, their bickering started again.

"Oh, you are up." Amon heard a friendly voice again.

But this time, not in his head.

But from ahead, he looked up, finding Michael carrying a bowl of soup to him.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

He bent down and handed it to him.

"Here."

Taking it from his hands, Amon looked at Michael and thanked him with a smile.

"Thanks for the help."

Michael nodded back with a smile.

"No problem. It was fortunate that I was passing through that street at that time."

"Yeah, I was lucky or I might have been busted." Amon took a spoon of the soup in his mouth.

"Damn, this is delicious."

Michael scratched his head in embarrassment.

"Haha, thanks. I appreciate it."

Amon looked at Michael once more.

There was something that had changed in Michael ever since that trip arc.

And it was that he no longer knew that Amon was supposed to kill him.

Amon knew that he previously knew that as it had been told to him by Solaran.

But now, Michael didn't remember that fact, even after every single one of his memories was

returned to him.

And he did remember everything. Even the trauma from that hospital for which he took weeks

to recover.

But even then, he had PTSD from Amon at certain times now.

Amon didn't know what happened to his memories.

Zephyra didn't know as well as she was asleep at that time and there was no way to know if

Solaran was telling him or not.

But Amon wasn't against it.

Rather, he liked that he didn't know.

That guy already had a trauma about him.

There was no need for him to know that his future killer was his friend.

That he was the person he was currently taking care of.

That would be another trauma for him.

Even though he didn't know that Amon planned to...

Nevermind.

Amon quickly changed the topic.

"Won against that fucker?" He asked.

At that question, Michael's face immediately brightened up into a smirk.

"You bet."

"Nice."

'I'll fuck that guy over this loss for his whole life, I swear to god.'

But now, Michael asked a question.

"Ready for tomorrow?"

He was referencing their battle tomorrow.

Not only did the two want to fight and see who was better again after that FULLDIVE draw.

But...

It was also time for them to reveal their powers.

"Of course."

To the world.