The Time I Got Reincarnated As An Extra

Chapter 195: HUMBLE. [4]



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Ever since she had been born, Liliana had a life nothing short of perfect.

With looks that none could compare to at her age and a talent that was considered generational, people sucked up to her.

It was amusing to her.

All of it.

Pathetic pests, she thought as she stared at the people of her age.

All those girls and boys, whether the ones that sucked up to her or hated her...

It was suffocating for her.

Not just their presence but their whole existence.

They were weak.

Ugly.

Talentless.

Why were they even born in the world? Why did they exist? She questioned herself.

They tainted the beautiful painting known as the world to her as dirt and mud.

Just looking into their eyes made her want to puke and bleach her eyes.

'Those who can't stand beside me. Those who lack compared to me. Are disgusting wretches.' She repeated to herself multiple times.

As the noble heiress of a Dukedom, she had seen all kinds of people.

Bootlickers to people drowning in jealousy.

She hated them all.

But if there were one type of people that she hated the most in the world.

The type that she wanted to personally kill and erase from the world.

Were the disgustingly weak people yet had the nerve to ignore or act normal around her?

As if the world was perfectly fine for them. As if her existence was nothing to them, despite being like bugs to her power.

And one such person was Amon Ashford. No, he was the only person to ever be included in that type.

For as long as she had known him, he had never given her a single meaningful glance.

To his eyes, it was as if she was a mere drifting pebble in a river full of them.

Nothing worth noticing or giving a damn about.

And sure, she had seen people like these a lot.

But what irked her to the point of making him want to kill her was his talent and power. It was disgustingly low.

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Even calling him a bug or pest felt like she was complimenting him.

She had never seen a talent and power as low as him.

Yet, he didn't seem to care about it as well.

No, he didn't seem to care about anything. It was as if he viewed the world from a colorless lens.

But that didn't matter to her.

What mattered to her was his attitude to him.

Rather than having the power to back up his attitude, she doubted he could even back up his existence.

Even taking aside his power and talent, he was a person who should've been killed the moment he was born.

Every particle.

Every atom in his body violated her very principles, her very view about the world and its people.

A bastard.

Disgusting and pathetic.

But then...

She stared at his cold black eyes that bore down on her, making her whole body crawl from fear.

Her deformed face and bloodied body.

Reduced to such a pathetic state.

All by the man before her.

Amon Ashford.

When did it all start to change? She wondered.

Every since piece of her body was screaming to run right now.

It screamed fear and death when she met the gaze of the person in front of him.

Pain shot up in her whole body as she barely shed a tear through her eyes.

She was going to...

'Lose.'

Her body shuddered at the word.

She had never thought she would come to know this word.

It didn't exist for such a perfect girl like her.

She never acknowledged such an outcome for her.

But not only that...

From the very person that she had held immense pride against.

He had totally crushed her like a doll.

Her question had been flipped back to her now, she realized.

Her pride. Her golden and high pride.

What use was it now when she didn't have the power to back it up?

Was it even left after what Amon had done to her? She wondered.

All of a sudden, a voice entered her ears.

"Hey bitch..."

"Give your hand to me."

She looked into the amethyst purple eyes of his.

They still held a struggle within them. A struggle, a desire to fight and win.

Despite being powerless without any element right now, he was trying to break out.

And for that, he needed her hand.

Her element.

Her power.

A lower feeble creature asking for all of them.

Who would have thought that a moment like this would ever come in her life?

Her element and power were her possession. Her power.

Her pride.

But what use was it now that she had no pride left?

She tried to scoff at how low she had come for this to happen to her.

A being without any more pride. That's what she was now.

All that glory, that attitude. It was all hollow now.

But...

If there was a single desire.

A single wish that still existed in her body.

It was to not lose.

No matter what.

It didn't matter anymore.

She couldn't lose the last of what she had left.

And so, she opened her mouth subtly.

Her face scrunched up in pain as she barely moved her fingerless hand forward.

Tears poured out of her eyes.

And so eventually, her hand came into contact with a soft and warm skin.

It was the first time. First time she had cooperated with someone.

But...

Somewhere deep down inside of her. Something moved.

Something warmed up.

Something felt good.

Liliana....

she....

Didn't want to lose.

Her hand completely touched Ren's hand.

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Amon brought his fist down on Liliana's face, completely smashing it into a paste of flesh and

blood.

"Sit down bitch. Be humble." He said.

Her body disintegrated into a stream of blue particles.

[Liliana from Team B has been eliminated.]

But Amon couldn't focus on that right now.

Immediately, a sharp shockwave of wind impacted him, sending him crashing down on the

roof.

Amon felt Alya and Adam move on the roof but he raised his arm to stop them.

"Stop. I'll handle this."

They silently nodded.

Amon knew that they were overwhelmed by what he had done to Liliana.

Even Adam, who didn't expect something this brutal to happen.

But he didn't complain or say anything about it unlike Alya who had asked him to stop.

But it had obviously gone to deaf ears.

Amon had fulfilled his purpose.

He had already completed it halfway into the torture.

To crush her whole pride. Her whole identity.

The other half was just him letting out the hate he had piled up within him for all this time.

It felt good. Satisfying.

Focusing his gaze on the front, Amon saw various attacks coming from Ren as he successfully

dodged them.

'I'm a little bit low on mana...' Amon realized.

Due to the straight jump in battle from the previous one where he had destroyed them

quickly, he didn't have any chance to replenish it.

Especially when he was fighting 2 at a time.

'I'll end this in one move.' He thought as he rushed forward.

Seeing the sudden charge, Ren did the same, launching multiple blades of wind in the process.

Amon attempted to dodge them but was taken off guard when his feet were suddenly swept

off the ground.

But he was still able to dodge them partly, only getting deep cuts on his shoulder and arms. Yet, he didn't stop his charge as he continued to stride forward.

The wind sliced at his clothes and the ground as he blocked a fist from Ren, finally getting

close to him.

But just as Ren was about to move, Amon let go of his fist.

He instantly brought his hand which was now cladded in a metal sheen of blood near Ren's

ears.

Lightning crackled around the palm as he joined his fingers.

Before pouring all of his mana into them.

And then...

Flick

He did a normal flick in the air.

But in the next second...

BOOOOOM!

A ginormous shockwave spread throughout the whole area, creating several supersonic

booms.

Ren's ears burst out of blood as he was instantly eliminated while all the windows in the areas

broke down into tiny fragments.

Buildings crumbled under the force of the shockwave, some even breaking down.

Alya and Adam clutched at their ears as all of them also disintegrated into blue chunks.

[Ren from Team B has been eliminated.] [FULLDIVE Team Battles Final is over.]