The Time I Got Reincarnated As An Extra

Chapter 121: The Mission [1]



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Amon jumped down, landing silently on the balcony.

Unfortunately, the guard was sharp and quickly looked to his right.

But to his dismay, there was no one.

And in the next second, his eyes widened.

He swerved back but wasn't quick enough as the sharp edge of a crimson dagger thrust in his eye.

His hands shot to the neck of the attacker.

But they limped down as the dagger passed through his brain, ending his life.

The guard's lifeless body was about to slump down but Amon quickly grabbed him. Then he silently set him down into a dark corner.

As he looked into the distance from the balcony, he saw Alya doing a thumbs up at him.

She was currently looking at him from a window in the second floor of the building they were previously standing at.

He peered down below from the balcony.

And as he expected, two lifeless bodies of the guards rested against the wall, a single arrow embedded in each forehead.

They had taken out the guards outside the building.

Now, they had to act fast.

Again, Amon was surprised by how calm and composed his body was.

If there was like the tiniest bit of guilt still in his soul right now, his body had none.

As if it was used to it.

He jumped down and landed silently in front of the entrance door.

To enter, you had to obviously tell a password to the guards.

Which...

They didn't bother to get.

They were going to storm the building anyways.

Not like the prostitutes could do anything and Amon was pretty sure he could handle some guards.

Especially with Alya having his back.

They were a pretty good duo.

He saw Alya move into another abandoned building a few meters away.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Repositioning herself into a better window on the second floor, she set her bow ready.

Amon soon received a message on his watch.

[Alya: I can't locate him through this window. Should I move to another location.] Amon pondered on it for a second.

He then messaged her to try and get an angle on him while he clears the first floor.

[Alya: Alright. Will you be okay or need any sort of help?]

He smiled at her message and looked at her in the far distance.

[Amon: Nah, I'd win.]

***

Michael tapped the body of a guard.

In the next second, a torrent of flames poured out from his hand.

They engulfed the guard whole for a few seconds before dying out.

The clothes and multiple parts on the guard's body had been completely turned into ashes.

He fell to the ground and Michael kicked him, sending him crashing into the wall.

The latter currently had a disgusted look on his face.

Just a glimpse...

A glimpse from the window of the building.

And it was enough to make disgust well up in every inch of his being.

Slave Trading.

It was a gut wrenching thing to do.

All he wanted right now was to burn this building to the ground.

The flames on his hand swerved left and right, reflecting the inner turmoil of his emotions.

But despite his hatred, he couldn't find himself to kill the people responsible for this.

He just couldn't.

It was immoral and pathetic.

Michael didn't know what to do as his thoughts were a mess right now.

All of a sudden, a fist swung at him from his peripheral vision.

[OI WATCH OUT!] Solaran warned.

His eyes widened as he quickly raised his arms to defend himself.

But to his surprise, the punch never came as ice erupted from the ground, encapsulating the

guard whole.

His expression stood frozen in the ice as his body became completely frozen.

Michael looked to his side where Elizabeth calmly walked up to him.

She had a worried look on her half covered face.

Michael forced a grateful smile.

"Thanks Elizabeth, you saved my face right there."

She nodded but her next question took him by surprise.

"Are you feeling well Michael? You seem out of it."

She neared him, her silver eyes peering into his crimson ones.

He was taken aback.

How was she able to know about his inner emotions?

He thought he did a really good job at hiding them.

Regardless, he quickly nodded his head several times.

"Oh, yeah yeah, don't worry about it. It's just nervousness because it's my first mission."

"I see." Elizabeth replied after a few seconds.

From the look on her face, she didn't seem to buy it so he quickly changed the topic.

"Well, in any case, shall we head inside?" He asked as he turned back.

Michael walked to the door while Elizabeth's answer came from behind.

"Suuure..." Her answer dragged out before her voice trailed off at the end.

***

Amon's nodachi clashed against the halberds of two guards.

The colorful lights of the ceiling reflected on their weapons.

The moment he crashed through the metal door, the prostitutes and their clients had been

thrown into chaos.

The first thing he did was quickly take out the D.J and crank up the music to max volume.

The rise in volume quickly shrouded the screams and running noises of the prostitutes and

clients as they zipped their trousers.

He preferred to not let the second floor guards and the target come down.

Moving back to the present situation, he parried the tip of the halberd and ducked down.

The obsidian blade severed the knees of the guard.

Screaming in pain, he fell down and was quickly treated by a quick punch to the face.

He crashed into the nearby wall and Amon quickly focused his attention upward.

He found a katana and a dagger inches away from his neck.

But he still remained calm and composed as he quickly clenched his fingers.

Suddenly, the weapon arms of the guards twisted 360 degrees and their weapons were thrown

off trajectory.

Blood poured out of their arms that quickly formed into thin sharp threads.

Amon grabbed those threads and pulled their faces close to eye level.

As he prepared to punch them in the face, his expression suddenly morphed into fear.

He recoiled back in fear into the wall as he pushed the guards away.

The guards that had wide smiles stretched on their faces now.