Extra's Perfect Ending-Chapter 172: Going back

"So, you’re saying you suspect this god—my neighbor, apparently—to be behind this, giving you visions?"

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"That sounds about right," Reeva confirmed.

"Um..." The Sun God stroked his beard, deep in thought. "Then this guy must be absurdly powerful. A being that existed long before me. He’s already dead, but he still managed to put a restriction on his name?"

"Well, I don’t know about that," Reeva replied. "I spoke to him not long ago."

"You spoke to him!?"

"Well, it was over a device—like a long-distance talking device. But I’m not entirely sure..."

"Then it must be two individuals," the Sun God concluded.

"Thought so, but there’s some connection between them and me. Nothing solid to confirm yet, though."

"Tch," the Sun God spat. "I hate their kind of riddles. Let’s move on. If they don’t want to reveal themselves, just leave them be. The more we think about it, the more it’ll hurt us."

"...."

Reeva couldn’t deny that, but he wasn’t the type to let things go so easily.

"So, any messages for me to send?"

"There..."

But before the Sun God could finish, the entire room trembled violently, like an earthquake of massive scale. The already fragile wooden house shook, and parts of it collapsed around them.

A chunk of wood fell onto Reeva, but this time, it didn’t hurt. In a split second, he realized why: he must have already retracted all of his mystic power back into his body, making everything around him unable to interact with him.

He also realized that the reason the Sun God could see him this time was because when he found the house, he had felt joy and, in that moment, generated mystic force.

But that wasn’t what mattered now.

"What’s happening?" Reeva asked.

"..." The Sun God closed his eyes, then said, "The void. It’s increasing."

"Didn’t I block their hole earlier?"

"That’s exactly why," the Sun God replied in a serious tone. "They’re trying to break through." He turned to Reeva, his voice more urgent.

"Leave before it’s too late."

"I don’t know how..." Reeva admitted.

"Then how did you escape last time?!" The Sun God’s voice was hurried, clearly aware of how dire the situation was. Reeva was about to answer when the roof tore clean off.

Not even in his wildest dreams could he have imagined something so bizarre.

The sight outside blurred instantly as if Reeva’s mind couldn’t fully process it—some instinct in his brain blocking the view to preserve his sanity.

"How did you escape? Hurry!" The urgency in the Sun God’s voice increased, and a radiant light shot from his hand, forming a protective barrier around the house. Whatever was outside was ferocious, attacking the barrier relentlessly, even though it was divine.

"I die!" Reeva shouted. "When I die, I exit this place!"

"You could’ve said that faster!" The Sun God snapped.

There wasn’t much time. With a swift motion, the Sun God snapped his fingers, and a massive sword of light—many times larger than Plutus—materialized above the barrier. Reeva looked up, only able to make out the tip of it, like the sword of Raphael.

A second later, it sliced through the air, cutting everything in its path—Reeva’s body included. The monster let out a piercing scream of pain as the sword cleaved through it. Reeva’s own body split in half, but the pain was too much for his brain to comprehend.

His vision fractured, each eye showing him a different side of the room. The last thing he saw before everything went black was the Sun God, growing impossibly larger.

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Reeva woke up again, but this time he knew exactly where he was—his mobile prison, moving at top speed, though walking might’ve been only slightly slower.

He lay on the floor of the carriage, as one of the leather seats was taken by Onia, who was still sound asleep. Another seat belonged to Hilda, thanks to Leon’s insistence on "honoring the ladies." Hilda had tried to offer the seat back, but Leon’s glare made Reeva quickly back down.

The morning sun wasn’t up yet, but he could see the faint glow of the old lamp outside, signaling that dawn was still a ways off.

"Wake up, it’s time for the morning meal," the priest announced.

As per the Sun God’s creed, they were expected to rise at 6 a.m., greet the sun, and make the most of the day. Even in winter, their routine didn’t waver.

"The sun’s not even up…" Leon muttered, his voice thick with drowsiness. Hilda, on the other hand, seemed to wake with ease, likely a product of her training. Onia, however, remained stubbornly asleep. Like Leon, mornings weren’t her favorite.

But neither of them had a choice when the priest banged on the door, the noise echoing through the carriage. That jolted them both awake.

"Can’t we just sleep for a bit?" Leon groaned, rubbing his eyes.

"You’re in the presence of the Sun God. Mind your manners and your words," the priest snapped back.

"Fuck the Sun God!" Leon fired, still groggy but defiant.

Reeva winced at the outburst, knowing full well Leon hailed from the northern lands, where the sun’s light rarely touched. But that didn’t make it any easier to hear such blatant disrespect.

"What did you say?" The priest’s eyes narrowed, glaring through the peephole at Leon, who shot back an equally fierce look.

"I didn’t do anything wrong! If your Sun God is as great as you say, why did he capture me? He’s clearly an idiot."

"…"

Both Reeva and the priest were momentarily struck silent. Reeva especially, considering he had just met the Sun God not long ago.

Well... he wasn’t that bad...

But that’s not what’s on the priest’s mind when he heard the sun god slander, all that guy see was red and this wasn’t gonna go down easy.

"For the crime of slandering god, I would exterminate you, however since you’re under the prince, I request a duel between you and me. You have no right to reject this"