The Emperor's Omega Is An Extra-Chapter 258: Picked Up (2)

Arren didn’t know when; however, he was sure that in the midst of the horrible sensation that was beginning to engulf him were memories that suddenly surged like a flood about to drown him.

A terrible headache began to assault him again, much more painful than the side effects of the drug that made him fall unconscious. It was as though millions of needles were piercing his head and wanted to merge from within.

He shook his head as tears immediately sprung in his eyes. Arren also couldn’t breathe normally as he was choking from his fear.

At some point, the pain almost made him moan, but he gritted his teeth so no sound would come out of his mouth. Arren tried to endure, but it was so difficult for his current self, who was still weakened from a drug.

This pain... was too much. Arren was already silently sobbing and using his hand to pull his hair in some hope of at least alleviating the pain. Which was a strange way to do so.

These memories... It wanted to be acknowledged so much. Arren had discovered that his escapism personality was triggered again as he denied these memories to the best of his ability.

I don’t want these memories. Remembering them will only cause me pain. Please, I want to forget.

These thoughts began to emerge as he became miserable with pain. Deep inside of him, Arren really thought so. He didn’t want to remember. The thing about saying it wasn’t the right time was probably just an excuse to justify his denying his memories.

Who knew how many times he was in this kind of debate about himself? It was as if, every time a fight happened about himself, his denial of reality always won.

It was better this way. He was happy; why did he need to remember all these memories that would only make his life a living hell once more?

Arren might have used these excuses a lot of times. He couldn’t remember. And that was the point; he couldn’t remember because he didn’t want to, not because he couldn’t.

Was fighting himself a good thing? Was running away and escaping a good way to release himself from his sufferings? Arren sobbed, gritting his teeth amidst his silent moans.

He hated himself for being a coward. However, he wasn’t in a position to blame himself. When did he ever get to the point that escaping was the only way to save his life?

And yet, was it wrong to save his life from suffering? Arren couldn’t say much. He was unable to think further about all these complicated things.

A few thoughts were a bit different from the usual thoughts that he had emerged from his subconscious. They were all unexpected thoughts he never imagined he would have.

I want to remember. I want to be free. I want to be... whole.

Honestly, they might be his pure, sincere thoughts. Arren wasn’t sure; in fact, he wasn’t sure about a lot of things. He was often confused: was this life his second life or not? Were the memories the real Arren’s or not?

However, he never confused himself with the fact that he was Arren Katz. He never thought, not even once, that his feelings for Spade were only an influence of the real feelings the original Arren Katz had. Arren also never thought of the ’original Arren’ before, but only recently. He, Arren Katz, loved Spade from the bottom of his heart. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

Right. Why do I need to make things complicated?

As these thoughts surfaced, the throbbings of his head slightly eased. It was as though the memories that were aggressively wanting to merge within him had felt his intention.

From the start, Arren always thought of himself as an extra who had nothing to do with this world. He viewed everyone through the lens of a reader and always categorized them by their roles in the novel.

There was Rave Amos, the protagonist. Levin Ford, the male lead. It was also the same thing about Spade, the most important supporting character.

He was under the illusion for so many years that, in order to live peacefully, he had to avoid them at all costs. Arren did just that; to become the perfect extra, he never once lingered in places where every one of the so-called important characters was present for more than ten minutes.

It was the same reason; he never once thought he would be together with Spade, the emperor. He denied everything. All the clues, he let them pass by. Even though it was already under his nose, Arren was still ignorant and chose to formulate some excuses.

Because he was afraid. Arren, subconsciously, wanted to escape. That was the harsh truth from the very beginning. It wasn’t entirely because he thought of himself as the perfect extra on the surface. Deep inside, Arren already predicted, his life would never be the same once he met any of these so-called important characters’.

It wasn’t because they had a label from the novel. Perhaps the main reason was... They all had an important role in his life, especially Spade.

And yet, no matter how much he escaped, Arren would still return to the place he was supposed to be. Everything would still fall into place. Meeting Spade, falling for him, and being together. It was all-natural, like fate.

Within the same reasoning, Arren was here yet again. It was his destiny, indeed.

Will I be okay after I remember them? Will I still be the same?

Yet again, he was confused by the same kind of fear. His fear was more than reasonable.

Arren’s hand powerlessly fell on his sides, and he leaned on the headboard. He shut his eyes and let the memories engulf him.

He knew the answer to his questions. There was no doubt about it. In the first place, there wasn’t a day when he wasn’t himself. Arren concluded while his head was in the middle of yet another vivid dream; whether it was the original Arren or the reincarcerated Arren, it was all himself.

And now it was time to face it. Arren was finally ready to pick him... the shadow of his painful memories.

It didn’t take long before Arren found himself inside a secluded place, and before him was a box of darkness. What was inside was filthy and disgraceful dark blood that once submerged him in never-ending suffering.

"You’re here."

Next to him was a shadow; unlike before, his face now perfectly resembled Arren’s.

Arren nodded his head. There were still tears in his eyes as he looked at the box that contained everything he wanted to forget.

"You finally came to pick me up." The shadow was more confident this time than the last time. His voice was now more human.

Arren blinked and turned his head to the side to face the shadow that resembled his face. The tears freely fell on his cheeks, and his mouth quivered before he again nodded.

"I’m sorry," he finally voiced out amidst his tears.

The shadow didn’t react excessively; he only held Arren’s hand.

"I’m lonely." The shadow started while Arren listened and stared at him. "I’m scared. I’m also sad." He paused and reached out to wipe Arren’s tears. "But I never hated you."

The black shadow’s tone became soft.

"Arren... I’m you. I’ve been here for a long time, you see."

In every word that his tone was becoming increasingly human, his body and features were becoming clear.

"I waited and waited. And now, you’re here. Arren, picked me up and... become free."

As soon as he finished, the shadow became a human once more. They looked at each other as though only looking in a mirror.

"Free enough to change history."