The Time I Got Reincarnated As An Extra

Chapter 126: Michael and Amon [1]



***

Amon let out a tired sigh into the cold air of the night, ignoring the sharp shutting of the door by Elizabeth.

She headed out of his room into the hallway, tears streaming down her eyes.

He peered down into the seemingly endless darkness.

He didn't regret his decision.

It was necessary. He had other things to worry about first.

Letting out another exhale into the cold hair, he turned and left the cold balcony.

***

[The Next Morning]

Amon woke up to a normal morning in the camp.

He headed to the cafeteria where he quickly met Alya.

She had a tray of food in her hand.

"Want to have breakfast together?" She asked.

Not finding any problem in it, Amon nodded.

"Sure. Let me just get my tray of food."

"I'll get us a table then."

He nodded and quickly headed to the counter.

Coming out of the queue minutes later, he saw Alya lightly waving her hand on a table in the distance.

Sitting in front of her, he quietly started to eat his food along with Alya while observing his surroundings.

To his surprise, no one was looking at him with weird stares or anything.

Nor did any staff come to call or talk to him.

'Seems like she wasn't seen or heard by anyone.' Amon thought.

With the large bang she created with the door, he thought for sure that he would be caught.

Fortunately, either he was lucky or she didn't create a noise.

Maybe for his sake or her own image so that no one saw her tears. He didn't know.

As he put a spoonful of porridge inside his mouth, he thought to start first.

"You don't have to be nervous, you can just ask me normally." He said, not looking up from his bowl.

He ate another spoonful.

Alya, who was lost in her thoughts and fidgeting with her fingers, suddenly shook, coming back to reality.

She wasn't even eating her food properly.

"Huh?" She looked at Amon, trying to hide the emotions in her eyes.

But he could see them clearly.

"Come on, you know what I mean. You can ask me without any hesitation." He said, looking into her eyes.

He knew what she wanted to ask. But he didn't point it out.

It was better that she let go of the nervousness and asked him by her own accord.

Amon wanted her to develop the trust between them.

This was what he had tried in last night's mission as well.

She looked at him for a second, her lips pursing multiple times.

Before finally, she let go of the hesitation and came clean.

"Okay Amon, have you heard anything about Michael?" she asked.

Amon's lips pulled up into a slight smile for a second before it faded away. He nodded.

"Yes, I have. You are worried about him aren't you?" He asked.

"I-.... Yes, I am." She said, telling him the truth.

He nodded with a smile.

"It's good that you worry about him and trust me enough to tell me this."

"Well?"

"Yes, I have."

Her eyes filled with concern as she almost stood up straight from her seat, leaning into him.

"What happened!?"

Amon didn't reply and opened the messages on his watch, where he showed his DM's with Ren.

He showed the message where Ren told him about Michael an hour ago.

[Ren: He's good. He had some major injuries but surprisingly, even taking aside the potions and care for him, bro healed really quickly. Doctors said his regeneration speed is monstrous. In any case, he woke up some hours ago and is completely fine. I just talked to him a few moments ago.

In any case, gotta catch my breakfast. Talk to ya later bro, stay safe.]

Alya mumbled the message.

It was only then that she settled down into her seat, taking a deep breath of relief.

She put a hand to her chest and closed her eyes, calming herself finally.

"Thanks Amon, I'm sorry to ask you-"

"It's fine." Amon interrupted her sentence.

Alya looked with confused eyes.

"But I didn't even say anythi-"

"You want to get constant updates about Michael, don't you?" He said and Alya looked back

with widened eyes now.

"Don't worry, I got you. I'll message you on the watch."

"In fact, there's an hour before the morning training starts. I'll take a visit to the infirmary."

He explained.

Alya's mouth opened and closed for some seconds before her lips pulled up into a large smile.

"Thanks a bunch bro!" She said, in a casual tone now.

Amon noticed the change and smiled.

"No problem."

"Hehe, you really understand me. You should go drinking with me sometime buddy."

Her regal attitude had completely changed in a second.

Even Amon was a little shocked at the sudden change.

But still...

"No." He rejected flatly.

"Oh, come on..." She stretched her request, disappointment on her face.

He pushed her face back.

"No means no. Control your addictions."

Alya clicked her tongue.

"What a spoilsport."

It was then that she suddenly remembered something and her head sharply looked around

multiple times.

She looked back at him with widened eyes.

"Oh wait, I almost forgot, what happened to Elizabeth?" She asked, her head turning around

to find her again.

Unfortunately, she hadn't come to the cafeteria.

Amon had already noticed that.

He sipped on his tea.

"I healed her. She's fine now." He said.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Amon looked at him dumbfoundedly.

"Even I know that! I saw her from afar in the bathroom, dumbass!"

He shrugged at her response.

"Well, I don't know after that. I healed her and then she left my room. Even I, haven't seen her

since this morning."

"Oh. Now that I remember, she looked quite gloomy in the showers. Or maybe I'm just wrong

because I saw her from afar." She pondered, her hand on her chin.

"Did something happen between you two?" she asked, squinting her eyes.

He remained silent and sipped his tea.

Noticing his lack of response, she leaned back and shrugged.

"Alright. I won't ask anything about it. It's your own matter." She crossed her arms.

Not giving any answer, Amon gathered his stuff and stood up.

"Welp, I'll give you an update later in the training room then." He told her and she nodded.

He waved his hand and bid farewell to her.

But before leaving, he made sure to send a message to her ears.

"Stop being such a shy twin-con and face him directly."

***

Amon came out of the cafeteria and quickly pulled his DM's with Michael.

[Amon: Yo bro, I heard from Ren. You okay?]

He was about to close the app, expecting a reply later but surprisingly, it came in a minute.

[Michael: Yeah, I'm perfectly good. Just some injuries, nothing major.]

Nodding, he messaged back.

[Amon: That's good. I still have an hour before training, can I visit you?] He asked.

After some minutes, the reply came.

[Michael: Sure, I'll be waiting.]

Smiling, Amon closed his watch and quickly headed over to the neighbor camp.

***

Michael sat on his bed, his mind in a haze.

He had just woken up from another sleep when he got a message from Amon.

And though he was really tired right now, he agreed to talk to him.

His mental state was fucked up right now.

He looked at his pale hand with some fading signs of scars on them.

"I really killed them all, didn't I?" He murmured.

There was no one in the infirmary room right now.

Except, one person.

[Yes, you did.]

"I see."

Michael opened and closed his hand, not looking at Solaran.

"Strangely, I don't remember anything." He said.

[Of course you don't dumbhead, it was our first integration.] Solaran instantly replied.

Michael nodded.

It made sense.

Suddenly, his face scrunched up into a pained expression as he grabbed his head.

His mind throbbed with pain, as if an endless amount of needles were digging into his head.

His memory. It was foggy.

He only remembered snippets of them.

They were only clear till the moment he asked Solaran for help.

After that, all he could remember was...

Heads.

Heads flying off wherever he waved his arm.

Screams of pain, blood on his face, pleads to spare them....

All mattered nothing.

That betrayal.

He made sure to avenge it properly by killing every single one of them.

Or more accurately...

Solaran.

It was him who was mostly in control of his body considering that it was their first

'integration'.

The time was short and he was responsible for maintaining the correct amount of energy. Anymore and the body would blow up.

What's more was that Michael was barely awake during that. A major reason why he barely

remembered anything.

Moving back to the present, his face suddenly twitched at the mention of 'killing' but he

quickly shook his head.

It might have disgusted him in the past but he controlled himself.

Killing was something he had to get used to.

Not only for the world's future, but also his survival.

This was something he envied Amon for as he saw barely any emotion on his face when

killing.

Solaran said it was because of his [Void] element but nevertheless, he was still jealous at his ability to maintain composure.

Looking back at it, Amon was pretty intriguing.

After the Daniel battle, Solaran told him about how there was complete chaos inside Amon's

body.

Not only he, but also Zephyra was suffering badly.

And even Michael could see those cracks.

He wanted to talk to Amon about it and how he could help but Solaran told him to not

interfere.

It was something that he would overcome by himself.

Truth be told, he didn't understand the dynamic between Solaran and Zephyra.

Nor did the former ever tell him about it.

After knowing who Amon was after FULLDIVE, Michael couldn't lie that he did have some complex thoughts about it.

Amon was such a good friend of his and even their battle had been all but friendly.

So coming to know from Solaran that the same man was supposed to kill him later on in the future was a little disturbing about him.

He almost wanted to confront Amon about it but chose to sit back and watch.

And to his hopeful expectations, Amon never showed any hostility or any intention to kill

Michael.

Even when the latter was pretty sure that the former knew about his mission to kill him.

In the fight with Daniel, both had used their real powers and worked together to defeat him.

Was it like enemies coming together? Michael wouldn't say so. He couldn't call Amon an enemy of his.

Especially when the latter never showed any intent to kill him.

Michael would like to believe that Amon was his friend. This earned him a lot of scoldings

from Solaran but he still chose to believe in this.

He just refused to see Amon as a villain. Especially his own killer in the future.

Just when he was done with his thoughts, Michael felt the infirmary door open.

And in walked Amon, clad in thick black clothes. 'Speak of the devil...this man really loves black doesn't he?' Michael thought.

"Yo bro, you good?" Amon extended his hand, which the man shook.

He sat down on the chair beside the bed.

Michael forced a smile to hide the inner turmoil of emotions inside him.

"Yeah, what about you? Everything went well last night?" He asked.

Amon nodded, scratching his head.

"Yeah, it was completely fine on my side. Though it was a little surprising to see Elizabeth

coming injured in the hands of Ren."

It was then that Michael suddenly remembered Elizabeth and he perked up.

"Wait, is she okay!?" He asked, his voice coated with concern.

In all his thoughts and reflections, he had completely forgotten Elizabeth.

To his relief, Amon nodded.

"Yeah she's good, she was quickly healed at the camp." He told the blonde-haired body.

Michael put a hand to his chest.

"That's good."

Silence ensued between both of them for a few seconds as they looked around.

But then, Michael noticed the bandages around Amon's arm and thought to finally ask.

"How is 'she'?" He asked, his eyes gesturing to the bandages.

Amon tilted his head in confusion.

"She?"

Michael tried to force a chuckle.

"You know bro who I'm ta-"

Suddenly, his watch buzzed on his arm.

He quickly opened it up, and found that there was notification on the message app.

He opened it up and confusion filled his eyes as he saw the sender.

It was Amon.

But what's worse was...

[Amon: Bro what's your room number?]

'Wait, actually how did he- ' Michael turned around to ask about the stupid joke.

But just as he turned around, his eyes widened in shock and fear as he found Amon's face a

centimeter away from him.

His facial expression was pulled up into a wide smile that stretched ear to ear.

And not just one but....

5 Amons, awfully close to his face, smiling harrowingly.