The Emperor's Omega Is An Extra-Chapter 285: Not Again (1)

These memories flooded their minds as though both experienced the first timeline again, yet the time that it took in reality was not even an hour.

Arren’s cheeks were soaked with tears. When he woke up from his dreams of memories, his vision was still blurred from his tears, and he wasn’t completely awake yet.

And as reality sank in, Arren silently sobbed as he mourned the tragedy of his past life. The last thing in his memory was of himself in Spade’s arms as he cried and called for Arren’s name.

Arren had wanted to answer him; he so desperately wanted to open his eyes, but he just didn’t have any energy to do so. Again, it was accurate to say that Arren had experienced how painful death was for the first time.

He was shaking from all he experienced, and just as he thought he would return to being close to insane because of trauma, Arren’s mind slowly calmed down instead.

It didn’t mean that he wasn’t affected, but after he picked up his past self, Arren’s will had grown stronger once more. He acknowledged that what happened was his past life, and it only meant it was not yet happening in his current life.

At this thought, Arren sat on the bed, his tears still continuing to fall, but his mind began to wander immediately. His eyes filled with tears, yet his sharp gaze landed on the door.

Right. All of that is the future. It will not happen again. I will not let it.

Arren calmed his nerves for a bit, and he firmly shut his eyes. His years of acting oblivious and trying to be ignorant of the ways of this world seemed to have helped him immensely this time.

He put the most painful part of his memory at the back of his mind; that wouldn’t help him in his current predicament, and instead, it would hold him back.

His grievances and madness would not disappear, but Arren had learned to control them. It would not be too late to collect those heavy debts in the future.

When he opened his eyes, Arren’s eyes were filled with his resolve. His body had also stopped trembling from fear upon seeing the familiar room. Arren then stood up slowly and supported himself on the corner of the bed. His body was still weak from the drug, but it would not be difficult for him to walk.

Arren swallowed and wiped his cheeks, which were soaked by his tears. There was only one thing on his mind... escape. Escape this damn hell.

And... meet his alpha.

"Spade," Arren mumbled, filled with longing.

After recovering his memories, Arren knew that this life wasn’t simply because he transmigrated. He was Arren Katz from the beginning, but his memories had been sealed because of how heavy it was.

Truthfully, he had a lot of questions in his mind, but it was not the time to ponder about those things. Arren instead focused on the information that became extremely handy this time.

Arren, having experienced living in this hell, knew where to go this time. He would use the same escape route, but more cautiously than before.

The place he was in was not in the main headquarters of the organization but in a mansion where that disgusting bastard stayed in the land of the Kingdom of West. Arren had numerous wounds then, and he had not focused on these things; he only wanted to see Spade, at least for the last time, so he didn’t have reactions.

Now, though, Arren knew that things were not really simple. Even the Kingdom of the West might have already fallen into the organization’s hands.

It was fortunate, though, that this place was actually not far from the center of this city. Arren opened the door with a held breath. He was extremely nervous, but guided by his memories, he knew that there wasn’t anyone who would be guarding his door.

In fact, this mansion, other than him was empty most of the time. There were a lot of guards outside, though, and there was no way for him to escape openly.

When the door opened and no one was there, Arren breathed a sigh of relief. At least his past experience had not changed. Still, he slowly made his way to the corner and crouched slightly, roaming his eyes around and sensing any movements.

He calmed his throbbing heart for a bit and took a deep breath.

Arren clicked his tongue, his eyes flickered with hatred in his heart, and he clenched his hand into a fist.

The primary reason that old psycho had not left any guards with Arren, especially from the beginning of his days here, was that he was fucking possessive. He didn’t want anyone around Arren, especially alphas.

He always looked at Arren as though he were his, and he wasn’t trusting anyone to be with Arren if he wasn’t around. Of course, he didn’t love Arren; that fucking psycho didn’t have emotions to begin with.

He only sees Arren as the key and nothing else. Arren was an object that he owned.

Arren shook his head and stopped with this thought immediately. He then let his memories guide him again to the entrance of the underground path. The underground path was massive, with a lot of entrances and exits, but he was only going for one that he had used in the past.

He didn’t walk normally along the way. Arren crouched down as he walked slowly with both his hands and feet. Sometimes he would be hiding in some corner, even if he had not heard anything, to make sure nothing would happen along the way.

He might be slow, but Arren didn’t want to be caught right away just because he was feeling the urgency. If he remembered correctly, that fucking psycho would arrive an hour or two from now.

Having only recovered his memories, the details appeared so fresh in his mind. In a way, it was both an advantage and a disadvantage for him. Arren merely used it as an advantage at this time.

Soon, he finally saw it. The entrance he used was around the first floor’s bathroom. Arren accidentally discovered it when he wanted to vomit one time, and he was so preoccupied with his despair that he almost wanted to end right there and then, but his eyes suddenly caught something weird on the tiles.

It was a bit askew. Of course, perhaps that was normal, but he got curious and touched it. Arren felt that he could pull it, and so he did.

Arren gasped and blinked; it was really here. His memories had not failed him. Next to the bathtub, the whole mirror had moved to the side, and the entrance greeted him.

Gulping nervously, Arren immediately walked inside. He didn’t even care to leave the small tile in his hand, so he stepped inside with it.

The familiar stone stairs and the damp ground as he stepped on them, Arren almost burst into tears. The miserable him of yesterday seemed to merge with the him of today.

That time, he walked into this place with his wounds all over him, now...

Arren increased his pace without looking back.