SSS Ranked Summoning: I'm An Extra With The Strongest Harem System -
Chapter 35: Goodbye To Our Monster(1)
Chapter 35: Goodbye To Our Monster(1)
Mikey stood frozen, his eyes locked on the figure before him, filled with complete uncertainty.
A shiver ran down his spine as he tried to process what he was seeing. It was as if time itself had twisted into something cruel, forcing him to confront a version of himself that he didn’t recognize.
’ W-What did he just say?...’ Mikey thought, his throat dry.
He turned his head slightly, trying to confirm, trying to assure himself that this was some kind of mistake.
But his eyes were met with his future self, and without a doubt, he was certain it wasn’t a dream.
He raised a trembling hand, pointing a finger at himself in hopes to affirm his frightening thoughts.
"Are you talking to me?" His voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper.
His future self didn’t answer, rather his silence weighed heavier than words ever could.
However, before Mikey could mutter another question, a voice crackled through the microphone, sharp and docile.
"Are you serious? That’s really all you have to say, Michael Dickson?"
Mikey flinched at the sudden sound, his gaze darting toward the man in the long coat standing beyond the glass panel. Then he turned back to his future self, desperation rising in his chest.
"L-Last words?" He stuttered, unsure of what he had just heard. Then, a moment later, the realization hit him as a loud gasp escaped from his lips.
" No...wait...stop this! Please!" He pleaded, but it was to no avail as none of the officers could see or hear him.
He then desperately darted his eyes to his older self.
" Tell me! Tell me what happened!" His voice cracked, urgent.
" You can talk to me! Just tell me what happened! Tell me how to avoid this...Tell me how I can stop this!" He ranted at the top of his voice, desperate to attain recognition from his older self.
His future self, however, remained silent, his gaze steady, as if he were looking past Mikey without a single care in the world.
For a moment, it seemed like he wouldn’t say anything at all. Then, finally, he spoke.
"Everything you do from now... from the moment you accepted that system... has been leading up to this day...even if I told you, it wouldn’t change a thing."
Those words sent a chill through Mikey’s bones, almost crippling. He opened his mouth to speak, but in truth, even he had nothing more to say.
Following that, the older Mikey turned his head slightly, glancing at the man in the coat. His voice dropped, barely a whisper.
"The future is great, little guy...." He hesitated for a brief moment, then a faint mischievous smirked drew on his face.
"I sure do hope you brought your shitting pants with you."
Mikey’s breath caught in his throat as his confusion surged the more...
"No..." he whispered.
But before he could react, the coated man spoke again, his voice smooth, and final.
"Very well then...With this, we say goodbye to our monster."
Mikey, upon hearing this, immediately tensed up. He turned to the glass panel as realization hit him like a sledgehammer.
"No... No, wait!"
A gasp escaped his lips as he saw it—the subtle nod from the man in the coat towards the officers in the white room- a silent command.
The two officers in the room moved without hesitation. They walked to the machine in the corner, reaching for a large, heavy switch. The kind that required force to pull down.
Mikey, wasting no further time, charged forward, in hope to halt the inevitable end with the last of his might.
Unfortunately, it was all in vain—his hands simply phased through the officers, just as they always did.
"No! Stop!" He attempted to slam his hands against the officers, but was left watching helplessly as their fingers wrapped around the lever.
"Don’t do it!"
He returned his gaze back to his future self, horror filling his gaze, and his future self just stood there, accepting it. Not fighting. Not resisting, not that he could anyway.
Mikey’s hands curled into fists.
"Don’t do it!" He pleaded, utterly powerless to do anything.
"WAIT!"
But then—
The switch was thrown.
Electricity surged.
A blinding, violent light erupted, flooding the room in a searing white glow. Currents tore through his future self’s body, crackling and spitting as sparks burst into the air. The restraints held firm, merciless, as volts surged through his veins.
Mikey’s future self convulsed. His back arched, muscles seizing, locked in a torturous, unrelenting rigidity.
Mikey’s breath came in short, panicked gasps.
The light blazed so fiercely that even the panel members squinted. But Mikey didn’t avert his gaze. He refused to.
The room reverberated with the sickening sound of his future self’s strangled grunts—abruptly silenced as the relentless current tore through his body. His jaw locked, teeth grinding, while his fingers spasmed violently against the unyielding restraints.
The electrocution dragged on—far too long, far too agonizing to bear.
Mikey’s chest rose and fell in ragged breaths as he watched, powerless.
And then—finally—it ended.
The crackling light disappeared. The machine let out a dying whine as the power shut down.
His future self slumped, body collapsing against the restraints, head drooping forward. Wisps of smoke curled from his seared skin, twisting into the air like ghostly fingers.
His eyes—vacant. Lifeless.
Mikey’s breath caught. His vision swam. His future self was gone.
"No... No, no, no..." The words barely escaped—a trembling whisper.
His chest tightened. His breaths came fast, uneven. His hands shook, fingers twitching with cold, numbing dread.
And then—
A blinding light erupted from nowhere.
Mikey winced, his vision overwhelmed. It was so bright, swallowing everything, and erasing the world in an instant.
Then— There was nothing left but utter darkness.
His eyes snapped open, as his body jerked upright, a loud gasp tearing from his throat.
He was panting. His chest rose and fell in rapid succession, and His skin was damp with sweat.
His fingers clutched at something soft—his bedsheets, gripped so tightly his knuckles turned white.
His wild, panicked eyes darted around, desperate to make sense of where he was.
The room. His room. He was back.
For a long moment, he just sat there, struggling to piece it all together. His mind raced, his pulse pounded in his ears.
Then, slowly, he let out a shaky exhale.
"...I’m back," he muttered.
He brought his hands to his face, rubbing it gently, trying to ground himself. His body still trembled slightly, but he forced himself to breathe—slowly, deeply.
Then, again, as if to reassure himself—
"I’m back."
He ran a hand through his hair, his eyes still clouded with the horror of what he had seen.
"It was just a dream... right?" His voice was barely above a whisper.
But as he sat there, the weight of it pressed against him, sinking in.
His mind replayed the scene. The glass panel. His future self. The electrocution. The pain. The finality of death. It was all too real, too real to be a bad dream.
"So based on what I just saw... if this isn’t a dream... then...then I have 447 days left to live."
The number made his stomach churn, as a reflexive gag escaped his lips, almost taking him to the ground.
"And...I can’t change it?"
A new fear gripped him, more terrifying than the last.
"He was trying to tell me that no matter what I do, I can’t change my future? That I’ll end up as... as a serial murderer? As a man who kills his own parents?"
His breathing quickened.
For a moment, his mind spiraled. It searched for answers, for anything that could explain why he would ever become the monster he had seen. From a pervert, to a killer. Was that even possible?
However, right then, something inside him snapped.
"No."
His teeth clenched, as his fingers dug into his sheets.
"NO."
His breath came out in a sharp exhale as anger burned in his chest.
"Fuck it," he muttered. His jaw tightened.
"Fuck it all....I reject it." He ranted, tossing his phone to the edge of his bed.
"I reject every bit of it."
There was no way—no way—he would accept that future.
His future self had spoken as if it was set in stone. But Mikey refused to believe it, or rather, he refused to let it come to pass.
"Maybe... maybe even saying this leads me there." His fists clenched.
"But still...I’ll never become that man. I’ll never be a killer. I’ll never let things end that way...I’ll survive!"
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