The Extra Can't be A Hero

Chapter 275 275: The Married Couple (3)

As Yval departed the Necropolis, the Herald could barely remain upright. Fire raged beneath her skin, each breath a raw scrape against her lungs. The curse of the Golden Dragon Progenitor gnawed at her endlessly… pain so absolute that even her limitless regeneration offered no relief. In truth, it was because her body repaired itself without end that the torment never ceased.

Yet she neither groaned nor cried.

Instead, the Herald threw her head back and laughed—a wild, unhinged cackle that echoed through the empty cave. Every flicker of agony was a reminder that she had inched one step closer to her ultimate goal.

"Yval, oh, Yval… Leaving the Necropolis is your mistake."

The Herald puckered her lips in satisfaction as she dragged her battered body toward the yawning mouth of the colossal cave. Every movement left smears of shimmering blood along the stone, yet she crawled forward with an almost reverent eagerness.

Beyond the sealed gate, she could feel them—faint, ancient pulses of power that resonated with her very marrow.

Her brothers. Her sisters. Her fallen pantheon.

Once, there had been more than a hundred Titans, each a pillar of the primordial world. Now, barely a handful remained, less than ten flickering embers in a vast darkness.

But the Herald felt no sorrow, no regret.

To her, this was a reunion thousands of years overdue, a homecoming she had carved her way toward through agony and ruin.

Yval's parting act had been to seal the Necropolis, locking the Titans away for what he hoped would be an eternity. Yet the Herald knew better. Seals could be undone. Time could be endured. And she—driven by purpose, sustained by obsession—would pry open every barrier until the Age of Titans rose again.

A pulse of power rippled through her, and in an instant, a deep violet radiance burst from her body. The light unfurled like wings, then folded over the entire Necropolis, weaving itself into a massive cocoon of translucent amethyst.

The structure hummed with ancient energy, its surface swirling like liquid starlight. The cocoon served two purposes: to bury the Necropolis from prying eyes and to grant the Herald sanctuary while she worked to unravel the seals one by one.

Within its womb-like glow, she finally allowed her body to sag, her endless regeneration mending what it could while her mind sharpened with purpose.

By her calculations, the first seal would take a little over three months to undo—mere breaths compared to the millennia she had already endured.

Patience was her oldest companion.

What were a few months, when the rebirth of an era waited just beyond her grasp?

And most importantly… she was comforted by the familiar presences she hadn't felt in so many years.

Beneath the sealed ice, Agnosia could sense seven flickering life forces—red, blue, grey, green, silver, orange and purple. They pulsated softly, so unnoticeable that only after entering the cave did the Herald finally find a trace of their existence.

Pyrrhos, Infernal Titan. Khion, Ocean Titan. Anemos, Sky Titan. Theia, Mountain Titan. Xiphos, Metal Titan

Knodalon, Beast Titan. And finally… the Titan she yearned for the most…

Agos, Titan King.

"Agos, the time for the resurrection of the Titans is near."

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While the Herald immersed herself in the final preparations for her brethren's return, Yval had already travelled far beyond the confines of the Necropolis.

For the first time in millennia, her soul was no longer shackled to that ancient tomb. The suffocating weight of her duty—as eternal guardian, as gatekeeper—finally lifted. A long-forgotten sensation washed over her: freedom.

True freedom.

She could once again roam the world like the golden dragon she had been before ages of imprisonment dulled her wings. But Yval had no intention of idling.

The moment she tasted the open air, she raced toward the most familiar life force she knew—Yue's.

Cutting through the sky in near silence, she descended upon the capital of Zephys.

Though she was older than every human civilisation combined, she had grown accustomed to their customs, especially since awakening again after Yue and Amon first visited her more than a decade ago.

Touching down in a secluded alley, Yval allowed her draconic form to melt away. Scales folded into silken skin, wings dissolved into golden light, and in moments she stood as a breathtaking woman—tall, radiant, and impossibly graceful.

Heads turned as she strode past, men and women alike struck speechless by her beauty. Yet none could sense the oceans of mana she kept tightly veiled, the overwhelming aura of the Golden Dragon Progenitor hidden beneath her human guise.

Following Yue's life signature, Yval navigated through the bustling streets until she arrived at an unfamiliar structure—an unusual building shaped like a place of worship. She paused, brow raised, unable to imagine why Yue might be here. Still, she dismissed the thought.

Humans had their oddities.

She stepped forward and pushed open the double oak doors. What greeted her on the other side froze her in place—an unmistakably unpleasant surprise.

"All hail Lord Amon. The new lord of the realm. The king of kings, and the most desirable man."

"Amen."

Yue stood before the congregation of worshippers, delivering a sermon like a head pontiff. Her sanctified gaze made her seem like a priestess who witnessed god and was fervently spreading her faith for him.

"Amon is the most desirable man, but none other than I can lie in his bed. Do remember that because any woman who tries to do so will have their eyes gouged out."

"Amen."

"Not only that, their limbs would be severed, skin burnt, and they would pray for death."

"Amen."

"Ah, also. Any recordings taken of Lord Amon must be given to the Church for… vetting. You will receive the highest-quality recording crystals. Make good use of them."

"Amen!!!"

The members of the Church, mainly women, all cheered at Yue's proclamation so much so that they seemed more faithful than the maniacs who joined the Demon Cult. Well, the Church of Amon wasn't all that different from a cult.

But they didn't care for that.

After all… how could they not worship Amon after witnessing the immense power he possessed?

In fact, they were kicking themselves in regret that no recordings of the scene when Amon destroyed the meteor were found. That made them swear to become the best videographers on the planet, and to always keep a recording crystal on hand.

Thus, the Church of Amon had become Yue's personal recording studio, created with the sole purpose of recording Amon's greatness.

It was only after Yue had personally sorted out the faithfuls that she finally noticed the blonde beauty who had just entered the room.

"Sister Yval?! What are you doing here?"

Yue left the pedestal and rushed to the woman, whose jaw was half-open. Taking some time to gather herself finally, Yval let out a sigh as her human voice weakly emerged.

"This one was looking for you, also… what is this?"

"Long story, but I needed to control these fanatics who were starting to worship Amon. I don't mind him being seen like a hero, but I have to control any girls who think that they might have a chance with him."

"This one is not sure how to respond to that, but…"

Yval took one long glance at Yue, sensing that her essence had changed. It wasn't just that her body had turned more feminine and her mana had calmed down significantly… it was more like her heart had settled down and…

"Ah, you mated with Amon?"

"... you could tell?!"

"This one has an eye for such things, you see."

Yval smiled and brushed Yue's silky white hair. For the longest time, she had watched the girl grow up. And in a sense, the Golden Dragon Progenitor felt a sense of kinship with Yue, as if she really was family to her.

So, to see Yue accomplish her lifelong desires… Yval's heart was filled with joy.

"This one wishes you the best. May you have healthy babies and a good family."

"Hehe, thanks! Babies are still a far off, but we'll definitely try to be a good family. So what brings you here today, Sister Yval?" Yue blushed while changing the subject.

"This one…"

"Wait."

Sensing the subtle seriousness in Yval's voice, Yue grabbed onto the blonde beauty's arm and teleported far away. No, they moved from the physical realm into Yue's pocket dimension. This place was suspended outside the laws of Hyades, giving Yue ultimate privacy and free rein to do as she pleased without anyone noticing.

"Oh, this one is impressed. Your mastery over spacetime surpasses anything this one has ever seen."

"Thanks, I was lucky to be enlightened."

The Mysterious Grimoire had aided in Yue's quest to become stronger. As it unravelled its mysteries, so did Yue's understanding of the meaning of existence itself. Hence, it wasn't a stretch to call her the greatest spacetime magician of all time.

"Your growth delights this one… But, this one comes bearing bad news… The Titan of Life has reclaimed the Necropolis."

"Ah… I see, so that's why you've separated your essence from the Necropolis."

Just as Yval could sense the changes in Yue, it was the same the other way. The Necropolis no longer bound Yval, and her core was present, right before Yue's eyes.

Despite the bad news, Yue didn't panic. Instead, a slight grin appeared on her lips.

"As expected, she would go for the Necropolis without thinking twice. How predictable."

"Yes, we have been preparing for her since we met over ten years ago."

"More importantly, how is your soul faring?"

"This one is fine, this one can last for a few dozen years more if this one doesn't spend too much mana."

"But we can't have that, right?"

Yue let out a slight chuckle before intertwining her fingers with Yval's.

"Remember our promise? We will see through the end together."

"Yes, this one remembers."

The Golden Dragon Progenitor—one of the most formidable beings to ever walk the world, the ancient source of the Dragon bloodline and the distant forebear of the Solaris lineage—lowered her head in solemn reverence before a girl scarcely in her twenties.

And with a thunderous vow, she declared:

"This one is willing to be your spirit… Yue Elune."