The Extra Can't be A Hero

Chapter 353: The Gods Start To Battle (3)

The Prophet stood before Amon, shrouded in swirling grey mist that twisted like living shadows around his body. After the Goddess opened the gates and flooded the world with the Demon King’s blessing, the Prophet had recovered much of the power he once drew from the Demon Realm.

But he did not stop there.

Using the blessing itself, he isolated Amon from the outside world while further amplifying his own strength.

Within that desolate void, Amon’s home-ground advantage vanished completely. He was severed from the Will of Heaven, stripped of the divine authority that once supported him, while the Prophet stood empowered within the Demon King’s domain.

And most importantly... the Prophet had regained the full extent of his former might.

No. With the Demon King’s blessing coursing through him, he had ascended beyond that level entirely. At that moment, the Prophet stood as the equal of a Demon Prince.

Yet, despite all of that, Amon remained calm. He locked eyes with the floating demon before growling.

"Prophet... Joroxin."

"Hoh? So you know my name?"

"It’s hard to forget."

Amon and Joroxin stood opposite each other.

One was the man who was chosen to protect the world... the other, the man sworn to destroy it.

The Prophet moved first.

Grey mist surged across the battlefield, blurring the boundary between reality and spacetime itself. From within that haze, over a thousand clones emerged, each one radiating terrifying power comparable to a Demon Noble.

Arcs of grey lightning crackled from their bodies while colossal demonic phantoms loomed beyond the mist like ancient horrors waiting to descend upon the world. Like the Demon King he served, the Prophet possessed an unparalleled mastery over spacetime.

The clones were not mere illusions—they distorted causality itself, making it nearly impossible for Amon to discern which one was the true Prophet.

But Amon did not falter.

Mana erupted from his veins as the space around him transformed into a beautiful silver sanctuary. Though his connection to the void had been severed, he still possessed more than enough strength to confront the Prophet head-on.

Lunar divinity poured from his body as Amon ascended, becoming the embodiment of the Moon itself.

Beneath him appeared two immortal fairies, ethereal beings who sang hymns in his honour. With the Moon at his side, reality bent to Amon’s will.

Nyx shimmered with radiant silver light as Amon swung the blade in a single, seemingly simple slash. Yet that strike was anything but simple. A divine crescent moon manifested across the sealed dimension, cleaving through spacetime itself as it annihilated more than half of the Prophet’s clones in an instant. But the Prophet had anticipated that move.

A throne emerged from the grey mist, ancient and ominous, while behind the Prophet, a massive magic circle appeared, bearing the sigil of the Demon King. Grey chains burst forth from the void and wrapped themselves around the silver moon, suppressing Amon’s newfound authority.

For the first time, Amon’s expression shifted.

He had never encountered a force capable of restraining his lunar divinity.

But after a brief moment of shock, calm returned to his eyes.

The Prophet would never have challenged him without preparation. Amon immediately recalculated his approach. Vast torrents of mana exploded from his body as he forcibly shattered the restraints binding him.

Though the Demon King’s authority was overwhelming, it was ultimately weakened by one undeniable fact—the one wielding it was the Prophet, not the Demon King himself.

Realising that a prolonged battle would only favour his opponent, Amon abandoned restraint altogether.

Solar and Lunar mana fused within his body as an Eclipse consumed the heavens above.

The sealed dimension trembled violently as Amon reclaimed a fragment of his lost authority.

Then, from the heart of the Eclipse, a black-and-white radiance descended upon the battlefield, erasing every remaining clone in an instant and revealing the Prophet’s true body.

Amon struck without hesitation.

A beam of divine light pierced through the void and slammed directly toward the Prophet’s heart. The Prophet defended with everything he had, but the throne behind him rapidly lost its colour and cracks spread across its surface.

Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth as the impact forced him backwards.

Seeing that, Amon slowly exhaled. He raised Nyx toward the Prophet’s neck and spoke, his voice reverberating throughout the sealed dimension.

"Joroxin... How about we end this?"

"Hah... Hah... What do you propose?"

"Return to the Demon Realm, and I will act as if this war never happened."

Amon proposed a final peace deal. Not because he was afraid of battle, but because he wished to end the needless war and reduce the amount of death and destruction that would come should they proceed with the battle.

"... and how would that benefit me?"

"You have people that you cherish... And so do I. If we continue this fight, there will be countless deaths. But... I’m sure you’re aware of this... the final victors will be us."

"..."

The conviction behind Amon’s words wasn’t just blind arrogance. The Will of Heaven was with them. And even if the Prophet and Goddess somehow killed Amon and Yue, the Will of Heaven would find a way to change destiny once more.

Because ultimately... even the Goddess was just a chess piece for the Will of Heaven.

She could suppress it, control it, but she could never deny its desire.

The dimension will evolve, giving birth to a new pantheon of Gods.

What the Goddess and the Prophet were doing was just delaying the inevitable.

"I give you my word... You will be granted safe passage. You will return to Urath and never return again... and I will let bygones be bygones. And... when we ascend and become the new Pantheon... I promise not to find you and enact justice."

Once Amon defeats the Goddess and the Prophet... his ascension was all but guaranteed.

When that happens, the world will begin to evolve into a higher dimension, much like the Demon Realm. And as such... Amon would become just as powerful as a Demon King.

To have an entity just as powerful as the Demon King chasing after him... even the Prophet wouldn’t be that brave.

"That’s generous of you... But, Amon. You know it better than anyone else... I can’t possibly accept that deal."

"... why? Don’t you want to protect those who are loyal to you?"

The Prophet had already spread the influence of demonkind amongst those on this planet. He had gathered plenty of followers, and in Amon’s mind... There had to be some attachment there.

Unfortunately, the Prophet was in no position to call the shots.

"Protect? Perhaps, yes. But, my loyalty to my King is absolute."

"So if your King asks you to jump to your death, bringing all of your subjects with you..."

"I would do it... in a heartbeat."

The Prophet declared without a moment’s hesitation. He looked at Amon’s blank expression before scoffing.

"But I can’t imagine you understanding me. I am but a weapon to use at my master’s pleasure. I do not need to comprehend his intentions; I just serve and obey."

Amon froze as he heard the Prophet’s words. In fact, it struck a chord within his soul. For it reminded Amon of someone... himself.

Back when he was Number 23, Amon served his country as a mindless weapon. One who didn’t care about who he killed or what atrocities he committed. As long as the mission was completed, Number 23 didn’t care who he killed.

And the Prophet had the exact same mindset.

If it wasn’t for his transmigration... if he hadn’t discovered [Bright] and developed a thinking on his own... perhaps Amon would have lived his life exactly like the Prophet.

A weapon used at the pleasure of others.

"... so be it."

Amon sighed and raised Nyx.

In this isolated space outside of their dimension, the two foes stared each other down. There wasn’t a need for words anymore, for they were both fighting for their own causes. But one thing is certain... only one of them was going to leave here alive.

Mana exploded from Amon’s body in violent waves as he forcefully seized control of the sealed dimension.

Behind him, the Eclipse spun faster and faster until the heavens themselves began to distort.

Space twisted violently, folding inward as though an invisible black hole had awakened at the centre of the battlefield.

Gravity spiralled out of control, tearing apart the surrounding void while the laws of physics themselves buckled beneath Amon’s authority.

Then the pillars descended.

Thousands of black-and-white monoliths erupted across the dimension, crashing into existence like divine spears. Each pillar distorted the space around it, locking down the battlefield and crushing the grey mist that once belonged to the Prophet.

Silver and golden light blazed within Amon’s eyes as overwhelming divine pressure burst from his body.

With a single step forward, the entire dimension trembled beneath his will.

At that moment, Amon became the absolute ruler of space itself.

The Prophet watched the scene unfold and could only release a bitter smile. Even the grey mist around him recoiled violently as Amon accomplished the impossible. He was challenging a power that should have belonged solely to the Demon King.

Absolute authority over space.

"You monster. Even after all our preparations... we still underestimated you."

"Joroxin... Let’s end this."