Transmigrated As An Extra In The Apocalypse-Chapter 52 - 51: Dodge

The tension was suffocating.

Fen’s expression remained calm, but there was a flicker of something dangerous in his silver eyes.

I could feel the weight of his power pressing down on me as if the very air around us had thickened.

My breathing was shallow, my body aching from the earlier dodge.

Then it happened.

The spear that had been embedded in the ground beside me trembled as it began to levitate, its tip gleaming with deadly intent.

My heart skipped a beat as it shot toward me at a speed I barely had time to register

My eyes widened, and I barely twisted out of the way, just managing to evade it, feeling the cold rush of air graze my cheek.

I staggered back, my breath ragged, but the spear didn’t stop.

It reversed mid-air, almost instantly accelerating even faster as it aimed for me again.

I cursed under my breath, dodging again, my movements desperate and uneven.

My muscles screamed as I ducked, rolled, and twisted, barely staying a step ahead.

Each time I thought I had evaded it, it would change direction unnaturally fast, coming at me with relentless precision, forcing me to rely on pure instinct.

I stumbled over uneven ground, the spear relentless in its pursuit.

My muscles screamed in protest, every move feeling slower than the last.

My heart pounded against my ribs.

This wasn’t normal.

It was like the damn thing had a mind of its own.

Ori, on the other hand, was facing a storm of spears sent from the portal.

It moved like a shadow, seamless and untouchable, it black fur was a blur against the moonlight, it massive form weaving through the forest floor as multiple spears shot toward him.

Each spear aimed for him, but none could touch him.

He dodged them with ease... It was almost effortless for him.

I gritted my teeth.

Meanwhile, I was barely holding my own against one, while Ori was dancing around several.

That stung.

But, i have to also do well...

If I can’t how can I call myself Ori master.

The spear came at me again, and this time, It was so fast I almost didn’t see it coming.

My legs buckled as I tried to duck under its path.

I felt the air shift above me as it missed my head by inches.

My breath came in ragged gasps, and I knew I couldn’t keep this up.

The spear turned once more, its edge glinting ominously in the dim light.

I barely managed to turn my body, but it scraped against my side, tearing through the fabric of my shirt and drawing blood.

A sharp pain shot through me, but I couldn’t stop.

It was already reversing, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to dodge it this time.

I had to summon Doom.

But it is not giving me any chance.

Desperation surged through me.

I had no other choice.

Without thinking, I summoned Doom from my spatial inventory.

The pistol materialized in my hand, I raised it, the spear rushing toward me with impossible speed.

I aimed, and my finger squeezed the trigger.

Bang!

The shot rang out.

The moment the bullet hit the spear

In an instant, it dissolved into nothing, as if it had never existed.

The air around me stilled, the deadly hum of the spear replaced by silence.

One second it was there, slicing through the air with deadly precision, and the next, it was nothing but dust.

I stared at Doom, then at where the spear had been, disbelief flooding my mind.

I blinked in surprise, my chest heaving.

"What the hell...?"

This is the second time this gun has done something surprising.

But across the battlefield, Fen’s silver eyes widened ever so slightly, his silver gaze now fixed entirely on me.

It wasn’t much, but it was enough to tell me I had done something he didn’t expect.

But for the first time, he seemed... curious.

Slowly, his lips curled into a small smile.

"Interesting," he murmured, his voice smooth and composed, but I could see the curiosity burning beneath his calm facade.

He took a slow step forward, his gaze fixed on Doom with an unsettling intensity.

"What gun is that?" he asked, his voice laced with intrigue. "And how, pray tell, does it possess Ash of Negation?"

I blinked, my chest heaving as I struggled to catch my breath.

"Ash of... what?" My brows furrowed. "I have no idea what you’re talking about."

Fen studied me for a moment, then chuckled softly.

"Of course, you don’t." He said slowly.

"The Ash of Negation is a paradox that exists beyond even existence could be foretold, negating everything it comes into contact with. Life, death, non-existent"

He glanced at the spot where the spear had been, his expression thoughtful.

"But not even the highest forms of negation can dispel or even touch my weakest creations. Yet your weapon... it erased my weakest spear as if it were nothing, only Ash of Negation can do that."

I glanced down at Doom in my hand.

Soo damn strong...

Then stared back at him, my grip tightening on Doom.

Fen tilted his head slightly, as if assessing me.

Then, almost to himself, he muttered, "Fascinating. And yet, you wield it without understanding."

Fen’s amusement faded, and his expression became blank again.

"Do yourself the honor to just fade away, I don’t like you" he said softly, but cold.

Two swirling silver portals opened behind him, their silver glow bathing the battlefield in an holy light, their presence crackling in the air, like a threat to reality itself.

Ori moved to my side, his presence grounding me even as Fen’s power grew oppressive, his eyes locked onto Fen, muscles coiled in preparation.

"I think I’ve entertained this farce long enough," Fen said, his voice cold and detached.

He tilted his head, his silver hair falling over his shoulder.

"I’m done playing at 0.5% of my power." His lips curled into a wicked smile. "Let’s make it... 0.7%."

I stiffened.

My hands tightened around Doom, and Ori let out a low growl, his fur bristling.

The air grew heavier, the tension pressing down on my chest like a weight I couldn’t shake.

I swallowed hard.

"Great," I muttered under my breath. "Because 0.5% wasn’t terrifying enough."

Fen lifted his hand, and the portals behind him pulsed ominously.

This was going to get ugly.