The Extra Can't be A Hero

Chapter 91: Qyriwirth (9)

'Where am I?'

Amon thought to himself as he 'woke up' in an unfamiliar space. The world around him had turned entirely black, making it hard for the man to understand his bearings. However, Amon remained calm. Closing his eyes, he heightened his superhuman senses, trying to eliminate all possibilities.

'Was I teleported somewhere? No, I can't feel a thing. Did I get knocked out? No, I can still feel my mana. That must mean...'

Just before he could reach a conclusion, the world around him changed. The darkness was replaced with a white, sterile environment. The lighting of the fluorescent LEDs dazzled the naked eye, while countless state-of-the-art equipment could be seen. Smooth, frictionless surfaces were the norm, while many sleep-deprived researchers paced the floor with their pristinely white lab coats.

However, none of them paid Amon any mind. Treating him as invisible, the scientists went about their day, looking at charts and typing away on their computers. Standing in the middle of the control room, Amon stood still and observed the situation calmly.

This place was familiar to him...

Looking through the one-way glass, Amon could see the target of the scientists' experimentation. Multiple young children, all no older than ten, were lying on sterilised plastic beds. Their limbs were strapped on, and their bodies were injected with a strange IV drip. Yet, none of them were yelling or crying.

The children had expressions like they had given up on life, or rather, that they didn't care what happened to them. And the one who carried the most nonchalance was...

'Ah, a younger me... This is my memory?'

Amon didn't take long to identify where he had been transported to. This was his childhood, no, Number 23's childhood, to be exact. It was the days when he was experimented on to become the best Transcendent of all time. A young, helpless child who couldn't defend himself. A child who was at the mercy of the cruel adults who sought to make use of him.

"Number 23 is enduring the dosage well."

"Should we increase the dosage then?"

"Do you think he can handle it?"

"Don't worry; he has shown to have a high pain tolerance. But just in case, call the exterminators to be on standby. We don't need a repeat of Number 99."

Two scientists discussed increasing a young child's suffering as if they were tuning a car. They showed no remorse and sent out the order. A few minutes later, the young boy, who was lying completely still on the bed, began to tense in agony. He gritted his teeth and pulled against his restraints, veins popping and knuckles clenching.

The pain and agony made Amon flinch as memories of the pain surged in his mind. He vividly recalled this moment. It was one of the days that he wished he hadn't been born in that cruel world.

And thus...

[Don't you wish for it?]

"..."

Amon's thoughts were cut short by the same sinister voice of the Blood Demon. Awakened from its slumber, Qyriwirth took the form of a young Number 23, its blood-slit eyes staring at Amon.

[Don't you desire power? The power to dominate everything? I can grant you that.]

"..."

Amon didn't reply to the Blood Demon. He simply looked at his younger self with unfazed eyes and continued to watch his suffering. Because there was no point in prolonging this scene, Qyriwirth again changed Amon's mental world.

This time, he was sent to the time Number 23 had to face up against a thousand Transcendents. Against the odds, even though he could have easily killed them all if it were a one-on-one battle, Number 23 fell.

It was the weakest point of the dominant Transcedent's life and the scene that Qyriwirth chose next.

[With my power, you wouldn't have lost to them. Together, we could rule the continent and reign as the next God!]

"..."

Amon continued to ignore the Blood Demon's whispers.

He stared blankly at his dying corpse as if he were watching a movie unrelated to himself. Seeing the burning corpse made Amon reflect on his life as a Transcendent and a Solaris. He began to think of his purpose and why he chose to walk the path of a hero.

With its temptations failing, the Blood Demon was slowly turning desperate.

In most cases, it could easily take over a human's body, so long as its will was weaker to itself. Furthermore, its overwhelming power could either intimidate or entice its host to willingly give up their bodies. However, Amon wasn't taking the bite.

Amon wasn't fazed and continued to ignore Qyriwirth's sweet temptations. If this continued, the Blood Demon's last chance to live would disappear. Hence, it was forced to pull out its last option.

[Once again, you have forced me to the corner, human.]

Breaking reality with its demonic energy, Qyriwirth revealed its true form.

Measuring as tall as a mountain, a monstrous entity came into being. Its massive wings were enough to encompass the entire sky, and its scales shimmered with the resplendent crimson and burgundy hue of blood. With scales as large as humans, it possessed an unyielding armour base, making it impossible for mere mortals to threaten its being.

Its teeth were like harpoons, and its claws were like spears. Its massive head was crowned with long, curved horns, showing off its aspect of a devil. Ancient, fiery magic dwelled within the monster's soul, and just by showing its true form, it could dominate lesser existences. Sharp spikes ran along its spine, highlighting its formidable appearance.

Flapping its wings, it descended, turning rocks into a broken mess. Within Amon's mental realm, the Blood Dragon had unveiled itself at the peak of its powers, a monster that couldn't be killed even if the entire Solaris House gathered its current forces.

And that being was now looking down at Amon with pure wrath in its serpentine eyes.

[Mortal, surrender your body to me!]

"..."

Yet, even when facing the Blood Dragon's full power, Amon didn't flinch. He stared at the formidable foe like it was a completely harmless animal at the zoo. And sure enough...

Amon's heartbeat increased in intensity. Not in repetitions, but each beat sent more mana to his veins. Instantly, a blinding golden light emerged from Amon's soul, searing the Blood Dragon's indomitable state. Bit by bit, the monster's size diminished, and it was no longer the size of a mountain.

[This power! Yval?!]

Qyriwirth was an ancient Dragon, so it wasn't surprising that it knew of the Golden Dragon Progenitor. Falling to its archnemesis once more, the Blood Dragon felt indignant. Amon's blessing protected him from the Blood Dragon's brainwashing, giving him a fighting chance against the Demonic creature.

"You know..."

Amon summoned Nyx out from his soul. Given that it was his inner world, the veteran knew how to manipulate the world to its advantage. Turning the blackened world into his arena, Amon brought the weakened Qyriwirth into a chosen battlefield.

Pillars of light in a sacred sanctuary. Two silhouettes could be seen overseeing the arena like referees to the match. One is the aspect of the Sun with a hallowed angel watching from the heavens, and the other is the aspect of the Moon in the form of a deity laughing amongst the stars.

While it was like a sanctioned match, it wasn't a fair fight.

Both immortals were partial to Amon and ready to stand by his side if necessary. They both sang arias, each more resonant than the next. They were like competing singers, but simultaneously, their hymns came together to create a musical harmony.

Qyriwirth was dumbstruck at the scene. It initially thought it had gained the upper hand, but little did it know that it was caught in a trap that Amon had sprung. The Blood Dragon dropped its snout and watched as Amon closed in like the reaper of death.

"You miscalculated. Trying to take over my soul was a mistake."

[Y-You... How were you not tempted? I could have given you everything! Do you not desire anything?!]

"Desire? Why would I want anything from you?"

Amon snorted at the Blood Dragon's comments. Strength? Amon had plenty of it. Potential? Amon was on track to become the most powerful human of all time. Knowledge? Amon knew everything that would happen in [Bright], and he was doing his all to prevent the advent of Demons.

So why... would he desire anything from the weak Dragon?

Taking a deep breath in, Amon did something he never did.

He was intending... to go all out.

Since he was in his mental world, there was no risk of leaking his abilities. And more importantly, there wasn't a risk of change in how surveyors would have to draw the map. Six Suns and Moons orbited over the battlefield with an exuberant dance. At the same time, the Sun Angel and the Moon Deity continued their song, performing a symphony for Immortals.

Amon's Solar and Lunar mana was brought out, and the immense power was enough to bring the Blood Dragon to shivers. It could only watch as the Sun Angel absorbed all the Six Suns in the sky and turned into a massive solar sphere.

The Moon Deity did the same thing. Opening its arms wide, it absorbed the Six Moons that orbited around it and turned into one singular lunar entity.

In the silence of the battlefield, Amon closed his eyes. He raised Nyx into the air, and the two luminaries slowly merged. It was the epitome of Amon's power, his peak.

The combination of his past life as the Lunar Blade and his current life as Amon Solaris.

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"So goodbye, Qyriwirth."

[Y-You!!!!]

With one single swing, Amon's combined power destroyed the Blood Dragon in one fell swoop. With no other host to latch onto, Qyriwirth's soul was now on the brink of destruction. At one point, an ancient monster terrorising the planet was now a dissipating mist.

And this time, for good.