SSS Ranked Summoning: I'm An Extra With The Strongest Harem System Chapter 59: The Truth??[Bonus]

The dim light flickered as Mikey stood frozen in place, the room thick with the weight of his future self’s words. His mouth opened and closed, a stutter forming in his throat, but no coherent words could escape.

His eyes darted back and forth, searching for so way to dismiss what he’d just heard, but it clung to him like a heavy fog. The words echoed in his mind, drowning out everything else: "Your inevitable fate is to beco like , a monster."

Regardless, his older self maintained his original deanor, gazing at him with an all so pleased look.

"What’s wrong? You didn’t catch what I said?" He inquired, his voice calm yet tinged with a dark amusent.

"...I said, everything you’re doing now is leading you to an inevitable fate—to beco like . A monster."

Mikey’s hands clenched into fists at his sides, his breath quickening as anger surged through him, burning hotter with each passing second. He wanted to scream, to lash out, but he could only manage a single, guttural reply.

"No." he shouted, his voice echoing off the walls.

"I reject it all!"

His older self, however, only responded with a soft sigh, rolling his eyes with a hint of exasperation.

"Listen kid...I’ve been exactly where you are right now." he began, but before he could continue, Mikey interrupted, his voice laced with determination and defiance.

"No!" Mikey shouted again, his voice thick with disbelief. He shook his head violently, as though trying to shake off the horrifying truth Lukas was pushing on him.

"I reject it all!" His fists were trembling, not just with anger, but with fear. Fear that this—this monster in front of him—was really who he was destined to beco. He refused to believe it. He couldn’t. It was impossible.

His older self let out a long, exaggerated sigh.

He didn’t look angry or even bothered. He looked like a man who had long ago accepted his fate, and now, the inevitability of it all simply amused him. "I, too, rejected it once," His older self said, his voice softer now, tinged with a strange sort of regret.

A shadow crossed his older self’s face as he moved to sit on the edge of the bed, his posture relaxed yet his gaze unwavering. He crossed his arms behind his head, eyes locked onto Mikey’s. The contrast between Mikey’s disbelief and his future self’s nonchalance was stark.

"But in due ti, you’ll realize you were the first to resist." Older Mikey’s eyes narrowed, and the weight of his words was like a blow to Mikey’s chest.

"I thought the sa thing, kid. I thought I could change it, too. But in the end, it’s all part of the sa path." He shook his head, his voice tinged with a deep sorrow.

"You don’t get to choose. Not when everything is already decided."

"Believe ," the future Mikey murmured, a hint of nostalgia in his tone.

"I’ve stood exactly where you are, thought the exact sa things. But in ti, you’ll co to realize this is the only way."

Mikey’s stomach churned at the implication. His face twisted from disbelief to disgust.

"The only way?" he stamred, his voice rising.

"Are you telling that murdering my own parents, becoming a serial killer, ending up on death row—that’s the only way? That’s my only path? Is that what you’re saying? That all my efforts are futile?"

The future Mikey remained silent, his expression unreadable. He watched Mikey with an unsettling calmness, as if he had anticipated this reaction.

Mikey, however, continued his uncontrollable rants, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his chest heaving with emotion.

"I can’t." he whispered, his voice breaking.

"I can’t let myself beco this. I don’t want to die. I don’t want Mom or dad or anyone else to die by my hand. I don’t want it to happen ever."

His gaze dropped to the floor, fists trembling.

"I don’t even want to know what I did to beco such a horrible person that I ended up on death row at nineteen...I-I-I don’t...I don’t wanna die." he continued, his voice barely above a whisper. Tears threatened to spill over as he clenched his jaw, trying to maintain composure.

"Please..." he implored, his voice softening. Mikey’s chest tightened. His thoughts were a jumbled ss of emotions—anger, disgust, fear, and a desperate need to escape the suffocating grip of fate.

"Tell !" he shouted.

"Tell the truth. What did I have to do to change all this?"

He lifted his eyes to et his future self’s, searching for any sign of empathy or guidance. The future Mikey remained seated, his expression impassive, eyes locked onto Mikey’s.

The silence stretched between them, heavy and suffocating.

After what felt like an eternity, the future Mikey exhaled softly, his eyes flickering with a hint of sothing—regret, perhaps?

"I know it’s hard for you," he said, his voice gentle yet firm.

"But as I said, you’ll get used to it in ti."

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, hands clasped together.

"This exact situation, these exact words—I’ve been through it all. I thought I could change it. My future self tried to help , but deep down, he knew the truth. Becoming a killer... it’s inevitable."

Mikey’s eyes burned with unshed tears as he shook his head vehently.

"No." he whispered, more to himself than to his future self.

"I refuse to believe that."

The future Mikey’s gaze hardened.

The silence between them was heavy, suffocating. Finally, his future self sighed again as he spoke.

"I know it’s hard for you, Mikey. It was hard for , too. But you’ll get used to it in due ti."

Mikey’s head snapped up, his face twisted with disbelief and disgust.

"Don’t say that!" he yelled, his voice cracking under the weight of his emotions.

"Don’t say I’ll get used to it. You’re just 400 days older than . You’re not a fuckinh Master Oogway! You don’t know everything! Hell...you don’t know shit!" His body trembled as he stood, his fists shaking at his sides with each rant.

"You killed Mom. You killed Dad. You killed people you loved, and now you’re telling that’s normal? That’s the path? How is that normal? How could I ever beco soone like you?" he paused for a quick mont, taking a few heavy sighs in and then-

"Don’t you wish your life had ended better? That we could’ve used the system to beco stronger without resorting to... this? Don’t you wish you hadn’t beco a murderer?"

Mikey’s older self, regardless of Mikey’s rants, narrowed his eyes, a flash of anger crossing his face.

"No," he snapped.

"I did what I had to do, and I’d do it again if I had to."

The finality in his tone sent a chill down Mikey’s spine. He saw the emptiness in his future self’s eyes, a void where hope once resided. Lowering his gaze, Mikey gritted his teeth, struggling to suppress the turmoil within him.

"I see," he murmured, his voice barely audible.

"You’re not going to help , are you?"

A heavy silence settled between them. Mikey cast his eyes downward, his face a mask of disappointnt and disgust. After a mont, he exhaled sharply, as if releasing the last vestiges of hope.

"Fine," he muttered, his tone resolute with a pinch of solemn.

"If you’re not going to help , then there’s no reason for to stay here. I have a fight coming up anyway. Talking to you is just a waste of ti."

He turned on his heel, ready to leave. As he took his first step away, his future self’s voice called out, halting him mid-stride.

"Hold...Hold on...You said you have a fight coming up, right?" the future Mikey inquired, adjusting his position on the bed.

Mikey paused, his head tilting slightly in acknowledgnt.

"Yeah...." he replied cautiously, slightly confused.

"...What do you care?"

A newfound intensity burned in the future Mikey’s eyes. He sat up straighter, his hands tightening into fists.

"That fight is against Son Parker, isn’t it?"

Mikey turned to face him fully, suspicion etched into his features. He was most definitely certain he had never ntioned battling Son, yet, sohow, the psychopath of a human was sohow able to decipher hia currrwnt pridecant...perhaps it was truly all pre-determined.

"Yeah." he confird.

"So what?"

The future Mikey’s expression darkened, his eyes narrowing.

"That’s the first hurdle," he stated, his voice low and urgent.

Mikey’s brow furrowed in confusion.

"Hurdle? What the hell are you talking about?"

The future Mikey ran a hand over his face, exasperation very evident.

"Oh my god," he muttered.

"How slow are you? Haven’t you had any encounters with... others like before?"

Mikey’s confusion deepened.

"Not really," he admitted.

"They weren’t exactly helpful."

The future Mikey gritted his teeth, frustration mounting.

"Fine." he said sharply.

"I’ll make it quick. I’ll tell you the truth about the tiline and how it works. If you want to save yourself from this disapprobation of a future, then this is your ticket..."

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