Extra's Perfect Ending

Chapter 168: Death

Reeva sweated profusely; the god had been lenient so far, but he knew he needed to tell the full story.

"My maid and I... we were both transforming into demons."

"And you’re still in control?" the god asked, his tone neutral but curious.

"I have a power that lets me drain mystic force and turn a person back to normal."

"Wow." The middle-aged man’s eyes filled with interest. "I haven’t seen that kind of power before. Your belief must be strong."

"It’s half my belief and half the power of the Void..."

Before Reeva could finish, the man’s expression changed again, this time far more serious. The reeds around them began to flutter, and pale yellow flames ignited, creating a scorching atmosphere.

The heat quickly reached Reeva, searing his skin. He tried to move, but the pressure was still weighing him down, leaving him no choice but to sit there, helpless and in pain.

"Agh... what... agh!"

Reeva tried to speak, but the heat continued to rise, showing no signs of relenting. It felt like the prison chamber, but worse—this wasn’t just burning away his mystic force; it was burning away all of him. His body felt like it was melting, his consciousness on the verge of disintegrating. Every thought seemed to warp and dissolve in the unbearable heat.

Then, with a snap of the god’s fingers, it was over—just like that, as if nothing had happened. The field of reed returns to normal and never has any sign of burning and the heat disappears. If not for the sensation that Reeva feels he wouldn’t have known that the go really setting him on fire.

"How did you acquire the power of the Void?" This time, the god’s voice was commanding, devoid of its earlier warmth. His golden eyes glowed with divine authority, showing he was no longer playing around.

"I got it from the cult that your church is working with," Reeva said quickly, throwing out the truth. He needs to survive first. "They were about to summon a demon using a divine artifact of the Void. I didn’t have a foundation item, so I used the artifact to stop the demon from descending."

"Incredible..." The Sun God seemed genuinely shocked. "Your story rings true."

The god stroked his beard again, his expression thoughtful. Reeva could only watch, his fate hanging in the balance. Even if he would wake up again if he died, he wasn’t sure that surviving the god’s flames was possible. The pain alone was overwhelming—he feared it would melt away more than just his body. It could scar his very soul.

The Sun God sighed. "I must have raised my subjects worse than I thought... but it doesn’t change the fact that you still have the power of the Void. You’re too dangerous to be left alive."

"Please, hear me out!" Reeva blurted, desperation surging. The way the conversation was going, death seemed inevitable. He needed to act boldly. "You will die in the future!"

"....."

"...."

"Maybe time really has caught up to me... Could you say that again?" The Sun God looked displeased, his eyes narrowing after hearing Reeva’s words.

"You’ll die in the future."

"...." The Sun God stared at Reeva. "Are you delusional, or under some false impression?"

"No, to both."

"Fuck."

The Sun God’s truth-seeking ability had a strange interaction with Reeva’s statement. Normally, when someone believes something is ’truth,’ it registers with the god as a true statement. For instance, someone saying, "Gravity isn’t real," would ring true if they truly believed it—though it wouldn’t make the claim a fact.

But predictions about the future work differently. Even if a person firmly believes their prediction, it typically rings false to the Sun God because the event hasn’t happened yet. For Reeva’s statement to ring true meant that the future had already been set in motion.

This left the god with two possibilities, either Reeva was from the future, or his precognition was stronger than the god’s own foresight.

Because he couldn’t even see it coming.

"How? How did I die?" The god moved closer, grabbing Reeva by the collar. The pressure surrounding him made the act excruciatingly painful, but Reeva managed to speak through clenched teeth.

"The God of Knowledge... challenged you... and won."

The Sun God’s eyebrows knitted together, not in rage, but in confusion. There was no God of Knowledge as far as he knew.

"Naturally, you wouldn’t know... the God of Knowledge hasn’t ascended yet," Reeva added. And it’s in the latter part of the book.

"I lost to a newbie? Hahaha."

Despite his farmer-like demeanor and casual attitude, Reeva could tell that the god’s pride had been severely bruised. Learning of his own downfall was a bitter pill to swallow. But now that he knew, the Sun God could change the course of his fate.

The Church of Knowledge must be purged.

That was his first instinct—to stop the belief from spreading before it allowed anyone to ascend to godhood. But the thought halted mid-stream.

"When exactly does this happen?"

"About four years from now," Reeva said, still unsure. "I don’t know the exact time."

In the book, there was only mention of the God of Knowledge’s ascension and the Sun God’s disappearance. His priests later speculated that he had been in a prolonged battle with the new god and lost. After that, the Sun God stopped answering prayers. People debated his fate, but most agreed he had been killed in the struggle.

Reeva didn’t have all the details, the book never covered how the Sun God lost. He knew that once the god had processed this information, it would only be a matter of time before he thought about eliminating Reeva. If Reeva wanted to survive, he needed to make himself valuable—indispensable.

"Please spare me, Sun God. I possess great knowledge about the future. I could be the one to deliver clearer messages to your subjects, ensuring they remain loyal."

Hearing that the sun god stroked his bared again, this time really considering Reeva’s offer.