The Extra Can't be A Hero

Chapter 277: The Married Couple (5)

While the capital was still healing from the damage the Demon Cult had wrought, Amon was relatively free.

For one, the only thing that Amon could do was rescue people from the wreckage, and that phase had been completed long ago. Almost everyone who perished during the tragedy had been buried, and now the rebuild phase was mainly construction and restructuring the government, things that Amon failed spectacularly in.

Ask him to fight multiple Apostles at once? Amon was the guy.

Ask him to do paperwork on how to give construction grants... Amon would be left clueless.

Not only that, using his knowledge of the future and overall intimidation, Amon had already wiped clean the remaining spies in the capital.

So came a different issue... what was he going to do for the foreseeable future?

He couldn’t return to Solfea yet, not while the capital was being rebuilt and Eldorin was helping with it. He couldn’t publicly appear, as any movement he made would send the capital into a frenzy. And finally, he couldn’t just leave again, as the Demon Cult might take it as the perfect opportunity to attack.

In the end, Amon could do nothing... and he was bored.

It was one thing if he had an enemy to chase after.

But now, the Demon Cult had gone into hiding, and the Utopia Church ran far away with them. Isadora, the Apostle of Lust who was supposed to cause the next calamity, was grievously wounded by Yue, and no one knew if she lived or died. And finally, as per Leon’s report, the Herald had gone missing.

For the first time... Amon didn’t have a clear immediate goal in mind.

One day, he chose to get some fresh air.

Because of how prominent he was, there was no way his movements went unnoticed, but Amon didn’t care. He gathered some of Eldorin’s free members, such as the Sword Saint, his granddaughter Bawi and the Sky Spear, Manon, and brought them to an open area so that they could train.

Naturally, since Amon was widely considered the most powerful person in the world now, he wasn’t allowed to train with them, but he could watch and supervise them.

Whispers of their actions caught wind, and many secretly followed them to the field. Initially, Amon thought of chasing them away, but he was far too lazy to do that. Besides, since revealing all of his power, there was no point in hiding Eldorin’s strength anymore.

If anything, it would be better for the world to realise that Amon wasn’t the only strong person in Eldorin.

And to do that, it would be good to show the true strength of Eldorin’s top two assets.

Manon was the first Knight of the Clay Emperor and a spearman who could contend with the Sword Saint if it came to pure martial arts. Bawi, on the other hand, was a talent who absorbed the Sword Saint’s teachings and was on the path of surpassing her grandfather.

Both of them were expert martial artists and could be considered Eldorin’s trump cards.

So Amon was happy to supervise their training, even if it meant doing so before a crowd of dozens.

In a sense, it was like the fifth day of the showcase that Eldorin didn’t manage to put on because of the Demon Cult.

The spectators waited with bated breath as the pair readied their weapons. Bawi was using a new sword, gifted after the Solaris House specially opened the Sword Garden for her to choose. It wasn’t a special one, a mere white Unique-tier sword. But, even though it was just a unique-tier, it was made with the greatest metals known on the planet.

The only reason it couldn’t possess a higher grade was simply that it was a virgin sword.

No one had used it before, meaning that there weren’t any fables used to strengthen the sword. It was a clean slate, a weapon that could go in any direction the wielder so desired.

The perfect sword to gift the granddaughter of the Sword Saint, possibly the woman fated to become the most talented swordmaster of all time.

When the Sword Saint saw the sword and realised its potential, he smiled and insisted that Bawi take ownership of it. To take ownership of the blade he named—Apotheosis.

On the other side, Manon had swung his golden bell and transformed it into a golden spearhead. If Bawi’s sword was a clean slate, free of any fables... Manon’s spear had already doused itself in aeons of stories.

Carrying the legacy of this forgotten empire, Manon’s spear had followed him around since an age long gone from the great war that desolated the Clay Emperor and his subjects, to the fight against the Demon Cult. Manon’s spear had been his faithful partner.

It was a Mythic-grade spear, only one grade shy of Leon and Amon’s Heroic-grade swords. But that didn’t mean it was any weaker.

As the two prepared to duel, Amon watched the pair with increased interest.

They didn’t know it, but Bawi and Manon were quite similar. They weren’t human; others’ obsessions created them. In Bawi’s case, it was the Sword Saint. Manon, the Clay Emperor.

And while they weren’t human, they both possessed the peak of human martial arts. And because they weren’t human, they weren’t limited to human abilities. If they trained further, they could reach a legendary realm beyond human imagination.

In essence, they were a force capable of ushering humanity into a new phase.

Amon had never once witnessed them fight before, which made their bout all the more exciting for him.

As he settled onto the boulder between them, the audience’s attention shifted instantly—drawn to the languid yet overwhelmingly oppressive young man. His posture was relaxed, almost careless, but the atmosphere surrounding him carried the weight of a sovereign.

Even without his weapon and despite the ease in his demeanour, no one could truly relax.

For before them sat the man who ended Starfall.

The man who cleaved a meteor capable of destroying the capital.

The man many hailed as the strongest in the world.

His mere presence was suffocating. Several spectators instinctively averted their gaze, terrified of accidentally meeting his eyes.

Fortunately, they didn’t have to suffer much longer.

Without warning, Bawi and Manon burst into motion.

As the younger—and undeniably weaker—of the two, Bawi struck first.

Her blonde hair streamed behind her as she cloaked herself in a deep amethyst aura. Her sapphire eyes gleamed with sharp resolve as she unleashed her grandfather’s signature swordplay. The air warped around her, forming shimmering blades that wove into a protective armor. She lunged straight at Manon.

He welcomed her charge with a wide, exhilarated grin.

Rather than holding back, he thrust his spear through her wind-forged defense, forcing Bawi to block with her blade. The impact sent her sliding backward across the arena floor, but she didn’t falter. If anything, a wild thrill surged through her chest—something she hadn’t felt since crossing blades with Amon.

Her white blade chimed like a resonant bell as she flooded it with dense aura. Her feet blurred, her figure vanishing into streaks of motion far beyond human capability. White light glimmered behind her blade as she struck again.

But Manon’s spear was already there to meet her.

Even at her maximum speed, she couldn’t break through his effortless defense. Instead of discouraging her, it only stoked her excitement. She had no intention of holding back, but she had hesitated at first—sparring at full power against a fellow member of Eldorin.

Yet seeing Manon absorb her blows so casually washed those concerns away.

She moved once more. This time, she invoked the Sword Saint’s signature technique.

One sword became two.

Two became four.

Four became eight—doubling again and again until one hundred and twenty-eight spectral swords orbited around her like a bladed galaxy.

Bawi poured every drop of mana she had into controlling them.

Then, with a sharp gesture, she sent the blades raining down like a storm of divine shrapnel.

A lesser warrior would have been reduced to dust—killed not once, but a hundred times over.

Manon didn’t even blink. He swung his spear in a single sweeping arc, and it felt as though the sky itself collapsed. The swords shattered instantly—disintegrating into motes of aura—leaving Manon untouched, not a single mark marring his body.

Bawi didn’t despair.

Instead, awe and exhilaration filled her heart. She could still go further. She wanted to go further. And on Manon’s side, he had found a swordswoman who might one day truly excite him in battle. A perfect exchange for both.

But for the spectators, it was a scene bordering on impossible.

Many had seen glimpses of Manon’s strength when he saved the capital with his spear, but witnessing it this clearly—without chaos, fear, or distraction—left them breathless.

And Bawi... her skill was already on par with the world’s finest swordsmen.

Given time, her ascension to Sword Saint wasn’t just likely—it was inevitable.

And to think... These two pillars were merely members of Amon’s Eldorin.

Their eyes fell on the seemingly disinterested man seated on the boulder, and they all universally agreed.

This era was going to be Amon’s.

However, they were forgetting one pivotal fact.

Space distorted behind the black-haired knight as an ethereal beauty appeared out of nowhere. Like an omnipotent goddess who could be at any place, any time, Yue didn’t even acknowledge the spectators or even the pair duelling before resting herself by Amon’s side.

Yes... Eldorin wasn’t just ruled by one monster.

But two.

The couple who was about to be married.

Yue and Amon.