The Time I Got Reincarnated As An Extra - Chapter 128

Chapter 128: Pouring Blood On His Hands [1]
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Amon clicked his tongue.

This was something he didn’t want to do but he had to.

For him and everyone else’s sake. For their lives.

He dropped his act and looked up where he saw Dylan smiling harrowingly, his expression sending chills down Amon’s spine.

But right now, Dylan’s gaze was fixed on Elizabeth, who shivered under his smile.

Amon saw electric currents start to travel up Dylan’s arm as it neared his head.

He heard the students scream and try to get away as even the nature mages were disrupted.

But, Amon waited, and as soon as the arm was some inches away from his head, he clenched on his hand.

And the near invisible crimson red strings that lay on the ground snapped alive with a zipping sound.

They coiled around Dylan’s body halting his arm before looping tightly around his neck.

Amon stood up and pulled them, quickly averting his gaze from Elizabeth.

He didn’t know how sharp this entity’s perception was but his guess proved to be correct.

Either it had very low perception, or the dispersing fog and his skills did a wonderful job hiding the threads.

Tackling Dylan to the ground, Amon pulled on the threads, moving his gaze to the ground.

And under everyone’s eyes…

He pulled the threads looped around his fingers and they dug deep in Dylan’s skin.

Before in the next moment, they cleanly sliced through, tearing off his head from his body.

Silence permeated every inch of the surroundings as they were only broken by the light thud of the head against the ground.

It rolled over the blood strings, only stopping as it collided with Amon’s leg and its face turned upright.

Dylan…

His face still had a smile that stretched from one side to the other.

His eyes were completely hollow.

The threads disintegrated and Amon slumped on the ground, sitting on Dylan’s headless body.

He crossed his arms and buried his head in them.

He had just killed an Imperial Army Officer. One that was probably a Major in ranks.

Amon perfectly stood the consequences of that.

And as the weight and reality of the situation finally settled in…

The students also started to speak up.

“H-he…h-he just k-killed him didn’t he?” One boy pointed at Amon.

“A-an Imperial Army Officer.”

Some vomited right at the sight as blood pooled around Dylan’s body, soaking Amon’s feet.

Everyone covered their mouths with Elizabeth also failing to understand the situation.

Nobody was still able to understand what just happened.

But, the experienced ones were quick to compose themselves.

Amon felt a kick on his leg.

“Hey. What did you just fucking do?” The person asked, his voice fueling with rage and disbelief.

Amon didn’t answer, his head was still buried in his arms.

As the silence continued, the man couldn’t take it anymore and pulled Amon up close by his collar.

“THE FUCK, DID YOU JUST DO!?”

Amon kept silent.

A punch hit his face, knocking his face to the right.

Another one was about to hit when a guy quickly stopped him.

“Gunkan, we still have to interrogate him.” He tried to calm him down.

The soldier, or Gunkan, gritted his teeth and punched Amon another time.

But at the very last second, he changed the trajectory and the punch landed straight in the wall.

He threw Amon to the guard who had spoken before giving the former a death glare.

“I’ll deal with you in prison fucker.” He spat and left.

Amon said nothing and kept watching the scene with stoic eyes.

Clank!

He looked down, where he saw two metal cufflinks on his arms.

He immediately recognized them.

They were mana cufflinks.

He couldn’t access mana anymore.

But…

He could still access [Void] and his skills.

Amon felt himself being pushed as the guy beside him nudged forward.

“Walk forward. Don’t try anything funny, I won’t hesitate to kill you if you do.”

Obeying his orders silently, Amon walked through the silent room, his clothes soaked with blood.

He could see the disbelieving stares of Alya and Elizabeth while everyone stared in horror.

For a spare moment, his eyes connected with Alya, and his gaze seemed to say.

‘Everything will be alright. Trust me.’

And he hoped it would.

Because he had done the first part of the plan.

And he knew that…

That entity.

It was still alive.

And possibly in some higher-up now.

Which meant there was now a traitor or killer among the camp authorities.

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Alya stared in disbelief as Amon was escorted out of the building by the Imperial Officers.

She still could not believe what happened despite the passing minutes of silence.

Amon…

He had just killed an Imperial Officer, hadn’t he?

She could still see the headless body sprawled out on the ground, the blood fountain finally starting to cease.

Murmurs started to spread through the area, with some people speculating the reasons for what he did.

Some averted their gazes to control themselves.

“What if he was a murderer all along?”

“That could be possible, considering he is the last ranked person.” Another whisper.

Theories started to spread through the area.

Alya looked at Elizabeth who was also looking at the headless body with a complex expression on your face.

For a moment, she saw immense rage and sadness on her face.

But she quickly let it go.

Right now, her focus was on Amon.

That last-second eye lock with her.

She knew what it said.

To trust him. That everything was okay.

And did she believe him?

Did she believe he wasn’t a murderer?

She did.

Not just because he was a friend of Michael. Maybe she would have done that before but…

She trusted him as a friend on top of all reasons.

After having many interactions with him, Alya knew that everything Amon did was calculated.

Every action of his and every thought.

He was a hard man to read with that stoic face of his. But beneath that, she knew he cared for each of his friends.

He wouldn’t murder anyone for any reason.

And because of that, Alya would support him wholeheartedly.

Though she wasn’t able to exert much importance on her status due to being in the academy, she could still help Amon.

It was then that her mind focused back on what actually happened.

The people were focusing too much on Amon right now that they had forgotten what happened previously.

That smile.

The same thing happened a day ago when the girl killed herself.

And Dylan was going to do the same thing minutes ago before Amon killed him himself.

Was there a connection between those two cases?

She pondered on it and examined the head lying in the distance.

It was still smiling eerily.

Did Amon know something about it?

He probably did. That was the only explanation for his actions.

‘I need to dig further into this…’ Alya said.

Unfortunately, she wouldn’t be able to do much as the trip was only two hours away.

And in that time, Amon was being interrogated.