OLD-WORLD EXTRA

Chapter 95: Not Even An Extra



With a blinding flash of light, they were abruptly lifted out of the underground ruin and transported to an unfamiliar, dark room.

Emir emerged from the teleporter, feeling a mix of relief and exhaustion wash over him.

The sudden transition from the dimly lit ruins to the pitch-black room disoriented him for a moment, but he quickly regained his bearings.

He and Lyra exchanged a silent look before cautiously proceeding towards the exit, their senses alert for any signs of danger.

The stillness of the room was only broken by the soft thumping of their footsteps, each one echoing through the desolate space.

They didn't need to talk to decide what to do next, and he soon exited alone from the ruin, feeling exhausted and drained from the intense day.

The world outside looked so different, so fresh, and so full of life compared to Arcadia's Bazar.

He walked by his lonesome, lost in his thoughts, as he made his way to the parking lot.

Emir then searched for his bike among the others.

Finally locating it, he hopped on and with a start, the engine groaned to life.

Pressing on the gas, he departed from the parking lot and soon arrived at the gate, where a guard was stationed.

He frowned in thought as he looked at the man:

'I thought I would meet that lanky ass robot again, but I guess not...'

"Hey bud, I've just been here for a day, so get me out with just a hundred, yeah?" Emir said as he handed the guard his ID.

"No worries, mate, if you were a few hours late, then that might have been a different story, haha." The guard responded, appearing amused by Emir's state.

"Whatever, just get this over with." Emir said, not in the mood for a snarky comeback.

"Aww, you're no fun," he quipped as he scanned Emir's ID.

In a quick moment, he gave it back to Emir.

"Here you go, if you've got something good, make sure to stay on the safe routes, you don't want some rogues following you around."

Emir put on an act, pretending as if he had just been robbed of his money.

"Nah, even if they chase me around, I've got nothing to show for it but losing a hundred, so if they want to play around with an angry hunter, they can come to me, I would love to relieve my stress a bit."

The guard cackled as he hit his desk:

"Don't we all, friend... Don't we all..."

"Anyways good luck with your journey back."

"Thanks for that," Emir said with a nod.

He drove his bike towards the location Lyra had communicated to him telepathically.

As he approached the area, he spotted her waiting for him, under the shade of a nearby rock formation.

Stopping next to her, he said:

"Alright, hold on to me, and let's get back home, I seriously need some rest."

Lyra jumped onto the bike, as she hugged his back.

"Good to go."

Emir nodded wearily, yearning for nothing more than a warm bath and a good night's sleep.

He revved up his bike and began the journey back home, his thoughts occupied with the plans that lay ahead.

He then thought back on all the information he had learned.

That he was just a part of an experiment, a long and convoluted experiment that had been orchestrated by a Galactic Federation, the Order.

His brain had been connected to an old-world AI, and he had been injected with nanobots that allowed the AI to manipulate his memories and monitor him.

The sole goal of the experiment was to create the Earth's best Celestial possible, someone who could explore a certain ruin that the Order wanted to gain access to.

And Emir was their chosen subject, a child born with a body that could naturally mutate to use Aether.

They prophesied and calculated everything that Emir thought he knew about the future.

It was all designed to guide him to success and ensure that he would fulfill the goals of the experiment.

He now knew that his past life was gone forever.

And that stark truth hit him like a ton of bricks.

The truth that he was nothing more than a marionette, pulled and twisted by the invisible strings of a larger and more complex game.

The reason why Emir never felt attached to his previous family was simply because they never truly existed.

But he didn't know that which prompted him to try his best with his new family due to the guilt he felt.

Said family was to be used as a bargaining chip by the Order, as they threatened their lives only to gain complete control over him.

Every detail was meticulously designed to bring forth the existence of Emir....Nôv(el)B\\jnn

A mere pawn in a game rigged against him from the very start, leaving him with no choice but

to play his role.

Denied even the status of being a mere extra, a background character, Emir was handed a destiny far more sinister.

It was a sobering revelation that made him feel utterly powerless and insignificant.

Yet, in some strange way, knowing the truth was a relief.

It was better to be aware of the game before it swallowed him whole.

And as he and Lyra sped through the winding roads, their journey back home became a race

against fate itself.

They weaved through the night, his bike's headlight cutting through the darkness like a

beacon of defiance.

Emir's mind raced, contemplating the implications of his newfound knowledge.

He couldn't change the past or rewrite the script that had been written for him, but he could determine his own actions moving forward.

'Yeah, that's what I'll do.'

With each passing mile, a kindling fire burned within him, as his thoughts spiraled in

intensity skating it.

'I won't... I refuse to be their puppet.'

Hatred simmered in his heart, fueled by the noose hanging around his neck.

His already solidified determination transformed into something more.

It reached a degree that could no longer be considered anything but pure and absolute

insanity.

'I swear to whatever they believe in....'

An unwavering commitment to rewrite the rules of the game imposed upon him.

'Whoever they are, wherever they are, I'll kill them...'

Upon his world.

'I'll kill them all.'

The flame of wrath burning within him burned brighter than ever as if an all-consuming

flame ready to burn the world to ash.

"I will tear down their plans, expose their lies, rip them apart limb from limb, and take back

control."

He seethed through gritted teeth, his voice filled with the venom of his madness.

Emir's declaration echoed through the night, his words unlike his last were not for himself...

But for those who were listening.

The player.

Lyra sat silently, letting Emir have his moment.

The moment he so desperately needed.

...

As they finally reached their destination, Emir helped Lyra off the bike and stood tall next to

her, his eyes ablaze.

They then walked back home, knowing that the battle had just begun.

The duo would stop at nothing to reclaim true freedom.

The stage was set, the players were in position, and the game was about to take an unexpected

turn.

With Lyra's help, Emir would seize every opportunity to defy the Order, rewrite his own

destiny, and shape a future that was truly his own.

The declaration he made marked the beginning of a rebellion, fueled by his intense emotions and a burning desire for the destruction of all that opposed him.