Transmigrated As An Extra In The Apocalypse-Chapter 57 - 56: Non Existence

"Uh... Hey" I said out, my voice echoing into the void.

It sounded strange, like it wasn’t entirely mine.

"Who are you?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly despite my attempt to sound brave.

The figure didn’t respond, it head still tilted slightly.

For a moment, I thought the figure was fake or some type of illusion.

But it didn’t seem like one, maybe it was a high Illusion magic or something else which was undetectable.

But then, it spoke.

"You may address me as, Spectator," the figure slowly replied.

"Spectator?" I repeated, frowning. "What does that mean? Who are you? Where really are you!"

"I am everywhere and nowhere at the same time," Spectator said. "I exist beyond the absolute beyond."

That didn’t make any sense to me.

"Are you... a ghost? A spirit? What are you?"

"I am not a ghost, nor a spirit," the Spectator replied. "I am what is called, a recorder." ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

"A recorder?" I muttered, trying to wrap my head around the idea. "So, you’re like... a historian, video creator or something?"

"Totally wrong," the Spectator said. "so wrong, recorders simply cannot be explained by any means or form."

"They are more of you?" I asked.

"Yes" Spectator said, "Currently it is i, and another"

"Who is the person?" I asked.

"The being can be addressed as, Unkn???" Spectator replied.

"Unkn???, Can’t you just complete it and say Unknown, isn’t that not the full name?, Because for today I have heard alot of unknown stuff" I said.

"You are totally wrong in that, it is not Unknown" Spectator said.

"Then what is it?" I asked.

"It is far beyond your understanding, knowing the real name can kill you" Spectator said.

"But you told me your real name, I didn’t die, aren’t you guys the same existence, so why didn’t I die?" I asked.

"Because that isn’t my real name either" Spectator replied.

"Oh, okay... if I know you guys names, I would die, right?" I said.

"Yes"

"And you remember I am already dead, right?"

"Seems like"

"Meaning I can’t die again... Now would you mind telling me how that is going to happen?"

Who do you think you can manipulate here...

"I understand you don’t know the type of existence recorders are... Well, I expected it, because it’s above every understanding. Well, allow me to explain... knowing our real name won’t only kill you but it will kill and erase everything that consigns your absolute existence, until you were never existing, or ever being thought of even existing... Now do still want to hear our real names?"

"..."

Damnit, Why does fate hates me?

Just in a day, I am hearing things my brain can’t even process.

Please, give me a break.

"Can i ask a question?" I said.

"You may"

"Are you some kind of high existence like that Fen guy?" I asked.

"What do I look like to you?" Spectator replied.

I didn’t really know how to answer that.

The being or whatever in front of me, looks far more higher than Fen...

But, I just really couldn’t explain why.

"Are you done?," the Spectator said.

"Why did you appear to me?" I asked.

"Question are answered with another question, huh?" Spectator said slowly. "You can discover that for yourself."

I groaned in frustration.

"You’re not making any sense. Where am I? Am I... dead?"

"You are not dead," the Spectator said, its tone unchanging. "And you will not die. Not truly."

"What do you mean, I won’t die?" I demanded. "Everyone dies. Isn’t that how life works."

"But it doesn’t seems like for you," the Spectator said.

I wanted to scream.

This was maddening.

I was stuck in some kind of void, talking to a figure that refused to give me straight answers.

"How am I supposed to find out anything if you won’t tell me?" I snapped.

"Look within yourself," the Spectator said. "You have the tools. You simply need to use them."

I frowned.

"What tools? I don’t have anything... Much."

"Are you sure?" the Spectator asked.

Its tone was almost teasing now, like it knew something I didn’t.

"Have you ever truly looked at yourself? Examined what you are?"

I opened my mouth to argue, but then I stopped.

The truth was, I hadn’t.

I’d never really thought about it.

I transmigrated.

I had gone through this damned life without really finding out what I was capable of.

But now, in this void, with this mysterious Spectator prodding me, I realized how little I knew about myself.

"Fine," I said, crossing my arms. "I’ll play along. How do I look within myself?"

"Summon your system," the Spectator said.

"My what?" I asked, confused.

"Your system," the Spectator repeated. "It is a part of you. A tool that allows you to understand your abilities, your strengths, your purpose. Summon it."

I had no idea what the Spectator was talking about, but I decided to humor it.

I closed my eyes and focused, trying to imagine what a "system" would look like.

At first, nothing happened.

But then, I felt a strange sensation, like a switch being flipped in my mind.

My eyes snapped open, and there, floating in front of me, was a translucent screen.

It glowed faintly, casting a soft light in the void.

I stared at it, my mouth hanging open. The screen was filled with text, and as I read it, my confusion only grew.

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Name: Sky

Title: Tray Wielding Ghost, Beast Master

Rank: ???

Tame: Ori

Abilities:

- Beast Master (Infinite Level): You have the ability to tame any beast, no matter how strong it is. No beast can resist.

- Absolute Self-Resurrection: you can instantly restore yourself from any damage or death, regardless of the means of complete destruction or erasure, you will be able to return, and this power cannot be removed by any means from you, making permanent death impossible.

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I looked back at the screen, my eyes lingering on the last line.

"Absolute Self-Resurrection," I muttered.

The words sent a shiver down my spine.

Was that why the Spectator said I wouldn’t die?

Because I couldn’t?

Because I would always come back?

"Is this... is this why I’m here?" I asked, turning back to the figure. "Because I can’t die?"

"That is half part of it," Spectator said.

"Huh, how. But the system totally defined it as ’I can’t die by any means’?" I said.

"Fen can kill people like you, they are like a flick to him, what do you think his existence and his spears are?," Spectator said. "But quite luckily for you, Fen is at his lowest power, so I don’t think that can do any serious damage to you"

"Lowest?" I said, "But he said he is using 0.7% of his powers"

"He only said that to weaken you into not fighting him, his goal was never to fight you, he has another purpose of being here" Spectator said.

"So it was a trick"

"He is currently using 0% of his powers and also his weakest spear which he learned to create when he was still a child, luckily he can’t use more than that % of power in this world,"

"0%, and his weakest spear he created when he was a child" I muttered slowly.

Should I take that as an insult or what.

"You may" Spectator said.

"Huh... You can read minds"

Spectator tilted his head slightly.

"I can do anything" He answered.

"So then... how am I here, aren’t I supposed to like get back up and continue fighting or something like that?" I asked.

"Yes, but also no" Spectator answered.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because I brought you here," Spectator replied.

"Oh, thats why" I muttered.

The figure seemed to shortly nod.

I didn’t know what else to say.

My mind was still trying to process everything.

I had a system.

I had abilities, which I knew.

But i had absolute self-resurrection?

It was too much to take in.

But at the same time, I felt a strange sense of excitement.

For the first time in my life, I felt like I had a purpose.

Like I was meant for something greater.