The Extra Can't be A Hero

Chapter 320: The Circle Of Life (3)

"You… What did you do?"

The Herald clicked her tongue in irritation and slowly pulled the knife from her throat. Blood spilt for a brief moment—but the wound closed almost instantly.

For any ordinary human, such an injury would have meant certain death.

But Agnosia was no ordinary being.

Even stripped of most of her divinity, she had once been the Titan of Life itself. Her body carried overwhelming vitality, a remnant of the authority that had once governed all living things. Flesh knit together. Torn veins sealed. Skin reformed as if time itself had reversed.

To her, such an injury was nothing.

Yet as the last traces of the wound disappeared, Agnosia frowned.

Something felt… wrong.

Her fingers pressed lightly against her throat as she observed the subtle changes within her body. The healing had worked—but the sensation afterwards was unfamiliar. For the first time in thousands of years, Agnosia felt something she had never experienced before.

Her vitality… was fading.

"You shouldn't have linked your soul so callously. You never know what might happen."

Yue sneered as if she were the sinister villain. No, in the eyes of the Titan, she was the villain. She tapped on Arya's forehead, and the spell that sealed space around her was broken instantly. Not only that, colour returned to her pale face as mana flowed in like a flood. No, there was something else hidden within that mana, something far more powerful…

Divinity.

"Y-You…!"

The Herald wasn't stupid. She could recognise what was happening in an instant. The problem was… she had no idea how Yue was performing such a feat.

"You dare to absorb my soul into theirs?! Don't you care about the consequences?"

"Consequences? What consequences will there be?"

Yue laughed all while unsealing Maya and Aaron.

"Amon's family won't become immortal, but they will live for far longer than the average human. Thousands of years, in fact. Thank you, Agnosia. You sure are generous to donate your life essence."

"Y-you! If I die, so will they!"

As a last-ditch attempt to stop Yue's spell, the Herald threatened mutual destruction. She'd believed that as long as the Bond of Life and Death existed, there was nothing that Yue could do to stop her. Alas, the former Titan of Life massively underestimated Yue's prowess.

"I've already made sure that won't happen."

"... H-How?"

"Well, seeing that you're about to kick the bucket soon, I don't mind enlightening you," Yue smirked as she raised her hand.

A moment later, the hidden mechanism behind the spell revealed itself. Threads of light stretched between the Herald and the three humans who were slowly regaining consciousness. They shimmered with brilliant radiance—delicate in appearance, yet brimming with terrifying potency.

The soul-binding spell was unmistakable.

But there was something… strange.

The threads grew brighter as they drew closer to Arya, Maya, and Aaron.

Their glow was steady, vigorous, filled with life. Yet the closer the threads approached the Herald, the dimmer they became.

Fainter. Thinner. Weaker.

It didn't take a genius to understand what that meant.

Both Yue and the Herald slowly turned their attention toward the same spot—a small, unremarkable bulge resting on the ground exactly between them.

Agnosia's breathing faltered, her voice trembled as she spoke.

"W-What's that?"

"A check valve," Yue explained as if it were a matter of course. "It's a device that allows fluid or gas to flow in only one direction. Something that humans invented. And of course… It's something that I applied to your spell."

"A… what?"

"Heh, of course you wouldn't know it. A high and mighty Titan wouldn't need to, right?"

"..."

The Herald felt her soul being consumed as the life essence, the thing that had allowed her to survive the Dragon uprising and the thing that allowed her to survive for thousands of years without her divine status, being sucked dry. She was powerless and watched as Yue siphoned away all of her mana away, still not completely comprehending how Yue managed to perform such a feat.

In the end, it was just as Yue and Amon had surmised.

The Titans were truly… a relic of the past.

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Amon watched silently as the Titan King's body began to reform.

Even after landing a clean killing blow, he held no illusions about victory. If Agos could be killed so easily, the Dragons would never have gone through the trouble of sealing him in the Necropolis. Sure enough, the impossible began to unfold. The Titan King's body—once neatly cleaved in two—slowly pulled itself back together.

Flesh, bone, and spirit aligned as if guided by an invisible hand. It was as though space itself refused to acknowledge Agos' death and was instead rewriting reality to restore him.

Amon's eyes narrowed.

A quiet sense of foreboding crept into his chest.

Without hesitation, he slid Nyx back into its sheath and gathered lunar mana. Silver radiance surged from his core, flooding through his veins and reinforcing every fibre of his body—his muscles, his bones, even the space around him vibrating with divine authority.

Then he drew.

The strike that followed was nothing short of catastrophic. Lunar mana erupted outward like a raging wildfire, the blade carving through the air with enough force to split the heavens themselves. The mirrored dimension trembled violently under the attack.

Space warped, twisted, and cracked like fragile glass as chaotic storms of mana spiralled across the battlefield. The entire realm began to collapse. Fractures spread across the sky. Reality groaned under the pressure.

But just before the dimension could fully shatter, Agos appeared behind him.

In the same instant, the collapsing world stabilised. The cracks froze. The storms halted. Space itself snapped back into order.

And the Titan King stood there, fully restored.

"How terrifying… So this is the new God King?"

Agos spoke grimly as he reverted to his primordial human form. Amon furrowed his brows and pointed Nyx at him again, this time with added caution.

Silver mist began to coil around Amon as lunar mana surged violently through the mirrored dimension.

The skies darkened.

One by one, Amon's moons rose overhead, their pale radiance swallowing the heavens as Moonlight Sanctum expanded to encompass the entire world. The realm was bathed in cold, silver light, every inch of space bending to the authority of the moon. From deep within Amon's soul, silver flames ignited.

They poured outward like a divine tide, wrapping around his body as his form began to change. His black armour dissolved and reformed into radiant plates of silver and gold, etched with ancient lunar sigils. Behind him, a vast cape unfurled—an endless veil of cosmic darkness, shimmering with distant stars as if an entire galaxy had been woven into its fabric.

Amon had fully embraced his lunar self.

At that moment, he was no longer merely human.

He had become something far greater—something akin to the Divine of the Moon, a being the world had never witnessed before.

His presence alone bent the laws of reality. His power eclipsed even that of the Silver Dragon Progenitor, the ancient being who had sealed Agos countless ages ago.

Nyx, now dyed in the sacred light of lunar divinity, trembled with anticipation. The blade hummed with a hunger that could only be sated by Titan blood. In this heightened state, Amon wielded the strength of the entire planet behind him.

After all, he was the Judicator of the Heavens.

If Amon desired Agos' destruction, the world itself would bend its will to aid him.

And the Titan King felt it clearly.

Once, long ago, Agos had borne the Mandate of Heaven. Though the one he carried was merely an imitation granted by the Goddess Hyades, its essence had been real enough.

And because of that… he could sense it. Amon's power was rising with terrifying speed as he grew accustomed to wielding the Heavenly Will.

If Agos did not kill him now, the man before him would one day become unstoppable.

Thus, the Titan King stopped holding back.

"Since that is the case… and this world refuses to return to us…" Agos' voice rumbled with ancient fury.

"Then I shall destroy the will of the heavens itself!!!"

With a roar that seemed to rise from the depths of creation, the Titan King abandoned his primordial human form. His body erupted into blinding light.

Space twisted violently as his existence expanded, transforming into a colossal being of pure radiance—far larger than any Titan that had ever walked the world. His form towered over the mirrored dimension, vast and overwhelming, and the very fabric of space moved at his command as though he were its sovereign ruler.

Even Amon's moons—entities that should have locked the dimension in absolute control—began to tremble. Cracks formed within their dominion.

Amon inhaled sharply.

Slowly, he lifted his gaze toward the unimaginable being towering above him. The hollow look in his eyes deepened as the true magnitude of the Titan King became clear.

A being of ultimate power.

That was Agos' true self.

A being that could destroy the world.