I Was Transmigrated As An Extraordinary Extra-Chapter 208

Damian didn’t answer Angela; instead, he swiftly condensed his aura and hurled it at her. The attack exploded upon contact with Angela’s stomach, blasting her backward with immense force. She was sent flying over a hundred meters, crashing into one of the nearby stalls.

The sudden assault left even Cypher unable to react in time.

"Umm, Edge, I think we should talk later," I said, my heart racing. The situation was spiraling out of control. Why did Damian have to appear here now?

Without hesitation, I forced the pod door open and prepared to jump down.

"Ack!" I yelped as Edge grabbed my scarf, pulling me back. I looked at him in surprise. "What was that for?"

"I need to hear the reason why. Did you even hear what I said earlier?" Edge demanded, his eyes serious. Maybe this witch knows what is lacking with him so that he can change it in order for Angela to notice him as a man.

I quickly tried to recall his words, but I was too distracted by the chaos below to remember. My focus was entirely on the scene unfolding.

I gave him a quick smile, trying to lighten the mood despite the dire circumstances. "No," I replied cheekily before jumping down from the Ferris wheel.

The wind tore past me as I plummeted, adrenaline sharpening my senses. I braced for impact, landing with a roll that allowed me to quickly recover and sprint toward the chaos unfolding.

Cypher was just about to rush to Angela’s aid when Damian blocked him, his presence menacing and commanding. "Take one fucking step towards her, and I’ll definitely scatter her brains out," Damian spat, his voice cold and threatening.

Cypher hesitated, eyes narrowing as he looked at Damian. "You’ve changed so much..." he murmured, a mixture of anger and disbelief flickering across his face.

Damian chuckled, a hollow, almost incredulous sound. "Me? Changed? You’ve known me since I was a child, and don’t speak to me so casually, or you might lose your tongue." His tone grew sharper. "We might be in a different world, but that doesn’t change the fact that I’m still Royalty—and you’re just a servant!"

Their words spiraled into a heated exchange, each recalling memories of their past: kingship, coronations, kingdoms lost or won, continents traversed, sword styles mastered, masters trained under. Words only they could understand echoed in the air, filling it with history that felt foreign to me.

Soon enough, Damian grew tired of arguing with Cypher. He summoned hundreds of halberds that floated ominously behind him. With a swift flick of his wrist, he directed them toward Cypher, the weapons slicing through the air with lethal intent.

Cypher, caught off guard and realizing he had forgotten his weapon, grabbed a random piece of debris from the ground—a broken plank—to defend himself. He hesitated, eyes narrowing. "Are we really going to do this?" he asked, voice tense.

Damian raised an eyebrow, a cold smile curling on his lips. "I’ve been waiting for this for so long, you backstabbing asshole," he sneered. His gaze shifted to the wooden piece Cypher held. "Are you making fun of me? What, do you think I’m weak enough that a piece of wood can stop me, you fucker?" Damian’s fingers snapped forward, and in an instant, the halberds shot out like bullets, tearing through the air towards Cypher with deadly speed.

Meanwhile, I leaned casually against an abandoned popcorn stand, popping a handful into my mouth as I watched the scene unfold. The chaos around us had cleared out—thanks to the club members escorting the civilians away—leaving only this intense standoff. To me, it felt like watching a movie; all I needed was some popcorn and a front-row seat to the chaos. My gaze remained fixed on the battle, enjoying the intensity without a hint of concern.

Why would I interfere when it isn’t my fight? Most importantly, I knew Cypher could take down Damian.

The halberds were impossible to track with the naked eye and accompanied a vicious destructive power and explosive blast. The halberds rained down from the sky.

Cypher dodged the first few halberds with impressive agility, using the piece of wood as a makeshift shield. The sound of metal clashing against wood echoed through the air.

The halberds, shimmering with destructive energy, were impossible to track with the naked eye. They rained down from the sky, each one packed with raw power and explosive force. Cypher moved with impressive agility, dodging the first few with swift, precise movements, using the piece of wood as an improvised shield. The clash of metal against wood echoed through the air, punctuated by the destructive crashes of halberds piercing the ground, creating massive potholes. The ground trembled, causing rides and stalls to collapse in chaos.

Suddenly, a halberd whistled past and slammed into the popcorn stand I was leaning against, blasting it apart in a shower of popcorn and splinters. "Noo!" I yelped as debris and popcorn flew everywhere, watching in disbelief as the stand was reduced to ruins. Despite the explosion, I managed to grab two full bags of popcorn before leaping away just in time.

Shrugging, I clutched my bags and looked back at the scene, opening one of them. "Well, at least I got my popcorn," I muttered, amused. Then I shook my head and chuckled. "Woah, Damian’s too OP... That damn author is so unfair, making him appear right now."

The once lively amusement park was now a wasteland—rides toppled, stalls destroyed, chaos reigning. As I munched on my popcorn, I couldn’t help but admire Cypher’s determination. He was holding his ground against Damian, even with the odds stacked against him. The way he moved, dodging and countering, was impressive.

Cypher swung his wooden stick, sending a halberd hurtling back toward Damian. But Damian, with his aura shield flickering to life, blocked the attack effortlessly. Suddenly, a halberd struck Cypher’s leg. He grimaced but managed to reinforce himself with his aura, preventing any serious injury. Still, the force sent him flying through the air.

Damian’s laughter echoed through the ruined park as beams of magic energy continued to shoot toward Cypher, who was still airborne. Even after Cypher lost consciousness, Damian’s relentless assault persisted, the magic tearing through the air with reckless abandon.

A piece of popcorn slipped from my mouth as I watched helplessly. Wait a minute—why was Cypher losing? That’s when it hit me—why am I always forgetting? Cypher could have taken Damian down easily if he wanted to, but because of his kind nature, he held back. I knew that, yet I’d forgotten in the heat of the moment.

Realizing I couldn’t just stand here, I sprinted toward Cypher, drawing my own resolve to intervene. I swiftly deflected Damian’s magic attacks, which were now flying in our direction. "You’ve had your fun now, leave already," I barked, positioning myself between Damian and Cypher.

Damian’s eyes flicked to me, and he suddenly paused, a smirk creeping onto his face. "Wait, you’re the one he met last night, right?" he asked, voice dripping with curiosity.

How did he know that? Does he know that man?

"Are you his girlfriend?" Damian laughed, a cold, cruel sound. "No, wait, he already has a girlfriend. I sent her flying, by the way."

Before I could respond or clarify, Damian’s attitude shifted as he quickly launched a series of aggressive attacks toward me, his magic flaring wildly.

I didn’t hesitate to move away. With Cypher still behind me, I quickly transformed my arcanum, summoning two karambits as I parried all ten halberds that came straight at me, the clash of magic and metal echoing in the ruined amusement park. My arms trembled slightly under the strain, but I held my ground.

Damian’s eyes widened in surprise and a flicker of interest. "Impressive," he said, studying me. "You parried all that? And to think, you were only holding a small weapon like that dagger."

"Why don’t we stop here?" I suggested, trying to keep my voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through me. "I don’t know the relationship between the two of you, but Cypher and I didn’t even bring our weapons. Kind of unfair, don’t you think?"

Damian smirked, crossing his arms. "And who are you to him? Are you one of his girlfriends? I didn’t know that guy had this kind of kink," he said with a mocking tone.

I shook my head, narrowing my eyes. "I’m not his girlfriend. Neither is the one you sent flying earlier. I’m just a friend of his."

"Then leave," Damian sneered, his eyes narrowing. "Get out of the way, or you’ll end up like him."

From the looks of it, Damian had no intention of stopping here. I glanced back at Cypher; he was still unconscious. In that case, I needed to knock Damian down to get out of this situation.

Damian smirked. "I wouldn’t call it sparring. I’d prefer to call it a death match—"

I cut him off sharply. Without hesitation, I threw the dagger straight at him, aiming for his torso.