The Extra Who Shouldn't Exist novel Chapter 151

Chapter 151: Chapter 151 : Misery and Carnage

Alex now stood.

Right in front of them.

James. Sephira. Veyron. Veyra.

And just behind him, as if being protected by his shadow come alive, lay Ava, Charlotte, and Seraphina—their bloodied bodies barely breathing, barely conscious.

The four enemies turned to face the new figure, and for the briefest moment...

They stopped breathing.

Their eyes widened. Their minds went blank.

And then—

They felt it.

The pressure.

An aura so profound, so complete in its domination, that the world itself seemed to still.

The wind didn’t blow.

The blood dripping from their fingers froze midair.

Alex stood amidst them—the embodiment of judgment.

Silver hair, tousled and wild, shimmered even beneath the deathly sky—radiant like moonlight kissing still waters.

His face—sharp, defined, otherworldly handsome—carried no emotion.

No smile.

No rage.

Just cold, detached fury.

And his eyes.

Blue. Not just blue.

Galaxies swirled inside them—millions of stars drifting behind his pupils, like a god who had watched creation itself unfold and now returned to end it.

’What... is this...?’

Veyron couldn’t even think clearly. The image before him surpassed understanding.

And then there was Alex’s right hand.

Black veins surged through the skin, glowing like magma beneath the surface.

Even though a glove covered it, the symbol on the back of his hand pulsed through—an ethereal tree-shaped constellation, its roots spiraling like veins of light, glowing like a tiny sun.

It radiated enough power to make even the Wraiths take a step back.

The aura around Alex was... unnatural.

A fusion of deep abyssal darkness and divine azure light. Swirling like a perfect storm, as if it had waited centuries to awaken. The energies didn’t fight—no, they danced, in absolute harmony.

And they obeyed him.

Weapons began to form within the swirling currents—ethereal blades, halberds, spears, bows, and more.

As if sensing his intent...

They moved.

And in a blur—

SHING! SHING! SHING!

Every hidden Expert-ranked soldier—whether cloaked in illusion or perched silently atop the canopy—was sliced down.

Heads rolled.

Blood sprayed like geysers.

Trees exploded into splinters.

Crimson rain poured from the heavens, washing the earth in scarlet.

Veyron flinched.

Sephira swallowed, for once without a grin.

James took a step back.

And then Alex spoke.

Not loudly.

But the world heard it anyway.

It wasn’t just this dimension—no.

It felt as if the cosmos itself paused to listen.

"I’ll ask this only once."

He took a single step forward.

The dirt underfoot froze from the sheer density of power.

"Which son of a bitch... was the one who kicked me in the face while I was sleeping?"

Silence.

A beat.

Two.

Then—

The trance shattered.

Veyra blinked, pupils dilating.

Veyron inhaled sharply, eyes locking back onto Alex.

On the ground, Charlotte and Seraphina stared up at the figure shielding them.

Blood clung to their skin.

Tears stained their eyes.

But when they looked at that back—tall, broad, immovable—

They felt something.

Not fear.

Not awe.

Peace.

A sense of protection they had never felt before.

’He’s... awake.’

Charlotte clutched her trembling chest, eyes glistening.

’We’re going to be okay...’

Despite everything—

Despite knowing Alex wasn’t as powerful as Ethan, hadn’t trained since childhood, hadn’t received the divine prophecy or blessings—

Despite all that...

Something about him made them believe.

Not because he was a hero.

But because when everyone else gave up—Alex never did.

The Alex they knew was always carefree, as if he could solve any problem that came his way without much effort.

He annoyed them.

He teased them.

He made them groan with his smug expression and trouble-seeking smile.

But when it mattered—

When it truly mattered—

He always defied expectations.

Charlotte felt laughter bubbling inside her, even amidst the tears.

’He’s still mad about someone kicking him in the face... what a dumbass.’

Seraphina, through the haze of pain and blood, found herself smiling faintly, even as tears streamed down her face.

Alden, laying on the ground, still couldn’t believe what he was seeing as he watched the Expert-ranks drop like flies.

On the opposite end, Veyron’s instincts screamed.

Run.

Run.

RUN.

Every cell in his body begged him to flee before it was too late.

Beside him, Veyra’s expression twisted. Not with fear—

But fascination.

"Brother," she whispered, a low tremor in her voice. Her manic eyes never left Alex.

Veyron didn’t look away either, every cell in his body telling him to remain cautious. "Yes?"

She raised a trembling hand.

And pointed.

Directly at the silver-haired boy.

"I want him."

Veyron blinked. "...What?"

Veyra’s lips curled into a wide, deranged grin. Her body trembled with desire—not of lust, but of obsession.

"I want him," she repeated, her voice rising like a child seeing their favorite toy.

"I want him. I want him. I want him. I want him! I WANT HIM!"

Each repetition grew louder.

Crazier.

She practically screamed it, her eyes wide and unfocused, her fingers twitching with madness.

Veyron’s jaw clenched.

’She’s serious. She’s completely serious.’

Veyra giggled, arms spreading wide as if to embrace the bloodied battlefield.

"You can feel it too, right, brother? That power. That flavor. That chaos... he’s perfect!"

Veyron exhaled, rubbing his temple as he glanced sideways at her.

"You and your weird habits again," he muttered, eyes narrowing. "I’ve never seen this expression on your face, Veyra. Sure, the guy looks a bit unique, but in the end, you break all of them in a day or two."

Veyra didn’t answer immediately. Her gaze was locked on Alex like a starving predator eyeing prey it couldn’t explain. Then, she whispered:

"No... my instincts as a woman tell me this is the one. The one who is meant to be mine."

Veyron’s eye twitched. A dull headache throbbed behind his brow.

’Here we go again...’ he sighed. "Okay, okay. But the toy you’re asking for seems expensive. Looks like we’ll have to beat it into submission first. Are you ready for that?"

Veyra’s grin widened unnaturally. Her teeth gleamed with madness.

"Of course~" she sang softly. "But don’t hit his face. It seems he doesn’t like that."

Then—

BOOM.

A tidal wave of black aura erupted from the Wraith twins. The air cracked. The forest shuddered. The earth trembled beneath their feet.

Sephira and James—already frozen in horror—were slammed into the ground, faces crashing into dirt and stone, coughing blood. Their limbs twitched uncontrollably as if their very bones were splintering beneath an invisible weight.

Their bodies screamed under the oppressive force.

But the target of that monstrous pressure...

Didn’t even look at them.

Alex remained utterly still.

Unbothered. Unshaken.

As if their existence wasn’t even worth the flick of a glance.

More terrifying still—

Their aura didn’t affect Alden. Or Charlotte. Or Seraphina. Or Ava. Or Draven. Or even Ethan.

All lay unconscious or barely conscious.

But untouched.

As if something was shielding them—something dark, something corrupted. A will. A domain.

Veyron’s smirk cracked.

Veyra blinked in disbelief.

’This... isn’t right.’

Meanwhile, Alex stood silently, his gaze sweeping the field like a divine judge weighing mortal sin.

His eyes—galaxies swirling within them—settled on his friends.

Charlotte.

Seraphina.

Draven.

Ethan.

And then Ava.

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