The Extra Can't be A Hero

Chapter 289: The World’s Defender (3)

After her intimate moment with Amon, Yue returned him to the material plane while she herself remained within her isolated realm. Her cheeks were still faintly flushed, and her ever-flowing hair of moonlight lay delightfully disheveled across her shoulders.

She made no effort to fix it. She didn't want to.

Every mark left behind was proof of Amon's desire, and she savoured each one without the slightest hint of embarrassment.

To her, they were not blemishes but quiet trophies—evidence of closeness, of trust, of something undeniably hers.

Naturally, not everyone in the realm shared her enthusiasm.

Yval, who had remained hidden for far longer than usual, finally emerged from her concealment. Her expression was an odd mixture of curiosity and restrained disbelief, her gaze lingering just long enough to betray a faint blush before she hastily looked away.

It was clear she had seen more than she had intended—and perhaps more than she was ready to admit.

"Child, is that how humans mate? That's quite intense, even for this one."

"Sister Yval, you're the Golden Dragon Progenitor. Surely you've seen more risque stuff than that."

"This one has… But this is the first time this one has seen mates chewing on each other's genitals."

"... you don't have to be descriptive."

Yue blushed, unable to take Yval's innocent remarks. She coughed twice and immediately changed the subject.

"Now that Amon has inherited the World's Defender mantle, Hyades will actively move to take him down."

"That bitch… To think that all of this mess was her design."

After interacting with Yue for a couple of years, Yval had picked up on some of her mannerisms. The Dragon Goddess had once scoured Yue's soul and had read all of her memories, including the betrayal of Hyades. Naturally, Yval would share some of Yue's innate resentment of the woman.

"But, we have to plan this out carefully. While the Heavenly Records prevent Hyades from interfering directly in the mortal realm, she still holds the Mandate of Heaven. As long as she sits on the throne, our plan to evolve the planet and evoke a new pantheon would ultimately fail."

"So we must chip away at her divinity while strengthening ours."

Yval and Yue went through their plan again with added vigour.

"Then what about the prisoners?"

"Right, they were still here… Hmmm, let me see them."

Yue answered Yval's unspoken question not with words, but with action. Space folded at her command, and in the blink of an eye, she appeared within an isolated cell, sealed away from the world.

Two figures were bound there, suspended upon iron crucifixes, their limbs stretched and immobilised like offerings to judgment. They were barely recognisable. Their bodies were broken and swollen, skin split and darkened with dried blood.

Fresh crimson still seeped from every orifice, pooling silently on the cold stone below.

The Apostle of Lust, once hailed as one of the most desirable women in the world, had been reduced to something pitiful and grotesque. Her demonic mana had been thoroughly drained, leaving nothing but a fragile human shell that could scarcely endure the torment Yue had inflicted upon her.

Beside her hung the Pope of the Utopia Church, Nirvana Karnam. His strength had never been his own. It had flowed from the eyes that the Prophet granted him, divine relics grafted into his body. Yue had seen through that deception instantly. She had torn the eyes from their sockets without hesitation, repurposing them as catalysts—fuel to further tighten her dominion over the laws of the world itself.

What remained of Nirvana was hollow.

No power. No authority. No demonic presence to hide behind.

The two figures before Yue were no longer high-ranking executives of the Demon Cult, no longer architects capable of bringing civilisations to their knees.

Their titles, influence, and borrowed strength had all been stripped away.

They were nothing more than sinners awaiting execution.

And Yue was their judge.

"My dear aunt… You look well."

Yue smiled and gave Isadora a 'gentle' kick to the stomach. Isadora coughed up blood, still caught within her delirium. When she finally recognised the figure in front of her, the Apostle of Lust scorned and hissed:

"Just kill me…"

"Oh, I will kill you. But not now. You're still useful."

There was a reason why Yue chose to seal Isadora rather than kill her outright. Even if she had lost her powers, the Apostle of Lust was once an integral part of the Demon Cult's plans. She knew what the Prophet was planning and, more crucially, their current status.

"We can do this the easy way or the hard way. You tell me everything you know about the Demon Cult. Where their base is, how many cultists have joined, everything… And I'll grant you a peaceful death."

"Tch, go to hell."

Isadora spat. It wasn't out of loyalty to the Prophet; otherwise, she wouldn't have betrayed the Demon Cult in the first place. She simply didn't want to give Yue any more benefits.

"I see… You choose the hard way."

Yue smiled, knowing that Isadora would have reacted this way. She glanced at Yval, and the pair moved towards the other person in the cell. Nirvana was in a similar state as Isadora, but his flesh and bones were far more rotten.

"I have use for the Apostle of Lust but… I don't need the Pope of the Utopia Church."

"... mercy."

Knowing that death was imminent, Nirvana opened his chapped lips and spoke with the voice of a man who hadn't sipped water for a thousand days. Still, Yue didn't really care. She created a spiritual whip, one that not only sliced the body, but the soul as well, and sent a supersonic blast at the moving skeleton.

"P-Please… K-Kill me…"

"Oh, I am going to kill you. You who dared covet my Amon."

Yue was actually holding back from tearing Nirvana's neck in two at that very moment. While Amon had recovered well, it was Nirvana who had forced Amon's mind to descend into a broken spiral. Those days when she was forced to wait by his bedside as Amon fought a psychological battle within his own mind were torture for Yue, and she wished to inflict the same pain upon the man who caused Amon such harm.

"How dare you try to touch Amon! To try and steal him from me?! Killing you a thousand times over won't be enough!"

Yue continued to inflict torture upon Nirvana as he earnestly begged for death. Even Yval, the Dragon Goddess, was forced to look away, unable to hear the Pope's cries anymore.

As for Isadora, her spine tingled as fear flickered within her pupils. This was her first time seeing Yue acting this deranged, and it was no better than the Demons who feasted on the suffering of humans.

No, it may be even more than those executors of the Demon Cult.

It was only after two hours that Yue finally stopped. Not because she was done torturing, but because she finally felt some level of fatigue and paused for a cup of water. After rehydrating, Yue approached Nirvana with a goddess-like smile, but her words were anything but holy.

"You fucking prick! Dare to covet my husband?! Let me burn your dick off and see if you can get hard again!"

"...p-pl…"

Nirvana's body was already broken beyond repair, but Yue simply didn't care. Her obsession with Amon trumped everything else in her mind. The idea of Nirvana stealing him away, which he'd almost done, drove the woman insane. And she wouldn't stop until her heart was satisfied.

Unable to live… unable to die.

That was Nirvana's current predicament.

And Isadora feared that it would be her state too.

"I-I'll talk! J-Just give me a quick death!"

"Oh my? Whatever changed your mind, my dear aunt?"

"Y-You sick bitch! H-How would your mom feel?!"

Yue flashed an innocent smile, but it wasn't as lovely given that her face was drenched with sweat and blood while beneath her feet lay an unmoving, tortured man.

"My mom? You killed her, remember? I'm sure she'll understand."

Yue flashed her teeth once more and approached the crucified Apostle of Lust, who was shivering from the inner core of her body.

"But you're right… It was getting boring torturing the same person over and over again. Let's see if you scream the same way?"

"N-No! I-I'll tell you everything! J-Just leave me alone!!!"

"Heh, too late for that now."

Five hours later.

Yue emerged from the cell wearing exhaustion openly upon her face. Her body ached, every movement heavy, and her skin was damp—slick with sweat and grime that clung to her like the remnants of judgment itself.

She muttered a complaint about needing a long shower, her voice stripped of its usual composure.

Yval followed a few steps behind, her footsteps slow and reluctant, each one carrying a weight she had not anticipated when she first entered this place. Before leaving, the Dragon Goddess cast one final glance back into the cell.

The two bodies hung motionless, and they would never move again.

A chill settled into Yval's bones, far colder than any fear she had known in battle.

In that silent moment, she made a firm, unshakable decision—one etched deeply into her instincts as a god. She would never cross Yue.

And certainly not when it came to Amon.