The Time I Got Reincarnated As An Extra - Chapter 71

Chapter 71: The Quest To Save Lily [13]
(R18 CHAPTER: CONTAINS GORE AND EXCESSIVE VIOLENCE. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO SUCH TYPE OF CONTENT)

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The bodies of the guards twitched with an intensity harder than ever before.

It was confirmed to them that it wasn’t [Lightning] as their bodies were immediately paralyzed.

Their eyes were already widened from shock at the fact that this masked man could use dual elements.

Anyhow, Amon used [Voidteleport] once more and arrived at the base of the stairs.

On the final floor of the building.

The blood river had died down since all blood had arrived on this floor from the stairs.

As a result, the floor was now partially flooded with blood.

However, that wasn’t the important thing right now and Amon quickly started to down 2 mana potions.

His mana was almost rock bottom now with all those usage of skills.

After being done with the potions, there were still 30 seconds before the guards would be free from the influence of the skill.

So quickly, he headed towards the final door and opened it with force.

However, what he say made his eyes widen.

Yes, the slaves were stored here.

Instantly, he saw the room in which he had arrived almost filled with child slaves as all of them sat down on the floor.

There was freedom of space to move but that didn’t change the fact that so many of them were enslaved in this room.

But that wasn’t the cruel and grueling part.

‘I fucked up…..’ Amon blurted with his eyes surprised.

All of them. Each one of them had a collar around their neck.

However, it wasn’t just a normal slave collar.

It was a mana bomb.

And just as he thought that he heard clapping resound from behind, making him turn sharply towards the source of the noise.

His eyes widened.

With dirty and messy brown hair and eyes having the color of dirt, Amon recognized him instantly.

He was Norman Clove, the owner of Blackchain Enclove.

‘Shit….why is he here?’ Amon cursed in his thoughts and his body instantly entered an alert mode.

Ignoring his existence, his eyes activated [Eye of the Void] at full capacity again and quickly ran over all the children.

And it wasn’t a few seconds in before he found Lily.

She was standing at the corner of the room her hands clasped together as she looked at him with tears in her eyes.

It was obvious that she had recognized him and was looking at him.

He could also sense that she was immensely scared right now.

Whether it was because of him having a lot of blood on him or due to Norman, he didn’t know and that didn’t matter right now.

Without wasting a single moment, he bent his body, ready to use [Voidstep] and [Voidteleport].

The mana bombs were never mentioned in the report that came from Cryptic Glories.

For all he knew, they could be fake.

However, a line from Norman halted him.

“I wouldn’t use mana right now if I were you.”

Amon’s body twitched, halting his motion.

Before he could say anything, Norman continued, finding his chance.

“I’m sure you recognize that those are mana bombs right?”

Mana bombs were exactly as the name implied.

They were bombs that exploded when the condition imposed on them was violated.

However, for them to work, they only need a connection with mana for them to work.

Which led to Amon assuming they were fake.

However…..

“One of the rooms on the upper floor is filled with mana cores. It serves as a direct connection to them.” He explained with a devilish smile.

“So. If any of the slaves move from their position or you use mana near them, it would trigger the bomb and they would explode.” His smile widened.

Amon gritted his teeth.

However, as soon he was about to speak something, Norman continued.

“I’m sure you think that there’s a chance it might be fake right? Well, let me demonstrate it to you.”

He retrieved his spear and with a gentle whip sent it flying to the other end of the room.

As it landed on the floor, a small whirlpool of wind was created around the weapon.

And that wind. Touched a little girl right next to it.

The circular collar that was attached to her neck instantly beeped red.

Amon’s mouth opened with shock and his eyes widened.

Before he could even raise an arm, the collar let out a final long beep before suddenly an explosion happened.

BOOM!

The girl exploded, her innards, pieces of brain, and blood splashing all over the room.

However, she wasn’t the only one.

2 more children, 1 boy, and 1 girl, around her were caught in the explosion, making half of their bodies explode as well.

3 child slaves died. Just like that.

Amon’s head sharply turned towards the other children, to tell them not to move otherwise they would be blown up as well.

However, there was no need as they didn’t move anyways.

His expression froze.

Had something like this happened before as well?

Now that he focused on their expression and eyes, they were lifeless.

As if they were dolls.

‘They….’ He couldn’t complete the thought.

But Zephyra did it for him.

[They have already lost their will to live. How much torture have they suffered?] She questioned.

All of them were soulless. Like living or dying didn’t matter to them anyway.

But even so, as his head moved towards Lily, he saw tears trickling down her eyes.

Eyes that were filled with sadness and fear rather than lifelessness.

But before he could do anything, a sharp kick landed at his torso, sending him crashing back into the walls.

“Who said you could look away?” He heard Norman question.

As he went crashing into the walls, he collided with 3 more children, throwing them off of their place.

Blood splashed out of his mouth as he crashed into the wall, making a crater in it.

Such was the power of a mere kick from a 4th-tier Armentist.

But his attention was not on his wounds right now as he heard several beeps go off in front of him.

And as he looked up, three more explosions carried out in the room, ending the lives of several more children.

Blood, innards, and pieces of skin flew in the air, some of them even landing on Amon’s cape.

His expression contorted into one filled with pain and suffering.

This wasn’t just a mere killing. It was a child massacre.