The Extra Wants Control

Chapter 136 - 136: Bad Luck

Its once solid form growing increasingly transparent. 'Just a little longer. I just have to hold on.' each thought fighting against time.

Suddenly, Constantine's relentless attacks ceased. A sigh, heavy with frustration, escaped the young Twilight. " it," he muttered, his voice full with annoyance as he shook his head."Here I am, a mage, resorting to brute force."

With a snap of his fingers, the skeletal horse dissolved into a wisp of darkness. In its place, a crimson circle pulsed into existence, emanating an ominous aura that.

"Apocalypse: Plague," Constantine declared his voice with a chilling finality.

Neveah was now extremely confused and frustrated. What was it m with this guy and his ever-changing law forms?

"What..." Before he could even say the question, a wave of nausea washed over him. His limbs grew sluggish, his muscles burning with a searing heat. A dull ache, initially ignorable, intensified with each passing second, it became annoying. Soon, it morphed into a 'okay now this fucking hurts' pain.

He stumbled backwards. Just as his body started to adjust thanks to his adaptation trait, a horrifying reset occurred.

The wave of nausea returned, the searing hotness of his body intensified, and a deep hunger gnawed at his insides. Movement became a great task effort, his mind sluggish and clouded by the sheer intensity of the

pain, he couldn't think.

Constantine observed the scene with a cruel satisfied smile playing on his lips.

He was systematically dismantling him, not just physically, but mentally as well.

Neveah gritted his teeth, refusing to give in. He had to find a way to counter this, to break free from this insidious cycle. His mind, a battlefield of pain and confusion,

A moment of hesitation passed. Then, with a shrug, both Kael and Constantine produced two wooden tokens each, passing them over to Neveah.

Neveah examined the tokens curiously. "You didn't collect any?" he asked, surprised.

Constantine met his gaze. "We have no desire for nobility. We already serve another, You. So... Bye"

Both warriors vanished, leaving Neveah alone in the now destroyed roadside. He gazed down at the two tokens and gripped them tightly.

"You have bad luck," Sharon's voice echoed in his mind, cold and professional as always.

Neveah nodded in agreement with a defeated sigh in agreement. "I know," he muttered, slipping the tokens into his pocket.

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Silence descended upon the rooftop. Kael stood behind Constantine and his gaze fixed on the horizon. Constantine stared up at the starry night sky.

Finally, Kael broke the silence. "I'm sorry," he said.

Constantine tilted his head slightly, a hint of surprise in his posture. "What are you apologizing for?"

Kael shuffled his feet. "I'm sorry I lost. I'm sorry you have to keep living your life as a servant…"

Constantine remained silent for a long moment, then said. "Lost huh?" he echoed, still facing the night sky. "I also lost, Kael."

Constantine turned around, his eyes looking at Kael. "Tell me, what do you think about him?"

Kael was quiet, then removed his helmet, revealing his confused face. "The young master… well, he's certainly… odd. His orders are strange, and his behavior is… unpredictable, to say the least."

"Unpredictable? Yes, that he certainly is. I love monotony... I like things being the same but thr young master is different... But is that honestly a bad thing? " Said Constantine

"No," Kael admitted slowly. " And he's fair. He doesn't treat us with disdain or cruelty. He respects us in his own… that's why he's weird."

A smile formed on the corner of Constantine's lips. "You see, Kael? There's your answer then. As long as we are content with our lot, it matters little what others think. And the young master, for all his… weirdness, isn't so bad, no, not at all."

He reached out and tapped Kael on the shoulder. With a soft shimmer, Constantine vanished. Kael stood alone on the rooftop, a small smile forming on his face. "Is that so…" he said.