The Extra Who Shouldn't Exist novel Chapter 159

Chapter 159: Chapter 159 : The celestial Sunblade (1)

Just as Alex’s fingers wrapped around the hilt of the Celestial Sunblade—

WOOOOOOO!

Golden light exploded outward, flooding the dome like a newborn sun tearing apart the dark. The sheer force of it rippled through the ground, making the air feel molten.

The instant his skin made contact with the hilt, searing agony erupted in his right hand. It was as if a thousand molten needles were being driven through every nerve.

"Ghh—!" Alex groaned, his body curling slightly from the shock of pain.

Charlotte, who had been watching with wide eyes, immediately bolted toward him.

"Alex! What the hell is going on?!"

Before she could even reach him, the pressure blasted outward in a violent wave—slamming into her like a physical wall and throwing her back several meters.

"Stay back!" Alex barked through clenched teeth. "Don’t come closer—it’s dangerous!"

His right hand—the one gripping the sword—was now a map of bulging, throbbing veins. They pulsed erratically, as if the blade itself was trying to force his blood out of his body.

Alex’s vision began to blur, edges of reality smearing into streaks of light.

’This weapon... it’s resisting me.’

The System’s voice immediately cut through the haze.

"Shut. Up." Alex snarled, his voice low and venomous.

He tightened his grip despite the screaming agony.

The Celestial Sunblade began to tremble violently, its inner power surging and crashing like a hurricane trapped inside a bottle.

And still—Alex didn’t let go.

A voice, ancient and imperious, slithered into his mind.

"Release me, mortal. You are not worthy of wielding me. Let go... or I will devour you."

"I’m not trying to own you," Alex hissed through gritted teeth, sweat dripping down his brow. "I’m just borrowing you—for a damn good reason."

The sword’s glow flared again. The voice went silent, as if... listening.

But then the pressure doubled. Power slammed into him like a tidal wave, and his palm split open, blood seeping between his fingers. The sword was trying to throw him out of itself.

Alex only gripped tighter.

His vision swayed. The edges of his consciousness darkened.

’I’m... going to pass out at this rate.’

Then—

The tree-like constellation symbol on the back of his right hand suddenly ignited, pulsing with light unlike anything he had ever felt. Not the soft white glow from before—this was raw, primal, reality-warping brilliance.

The golden radiance of the Celestial Sunblade began to twist, its hue draining like water from a dying flower. The brilliant gold dulled, darkened—turning into an oily, pitch-black sheen that devoured the light around it.

The blade screamed. Not with metal against metal, but with a soul-shredding wail that made the air itself vibrate.

"This... power... This energy—it feels... familiar. Who the hell are you? Wait... wait... Alex... is tha—"

The sentence cut off.

The sword was now completely black. Shadows crawled along its edge, swallowing its original holy glow.

Alex’s entire right arm had turned the same abyssal black, veins glowing faintly like liquid starlight. He swayed, almost collapsing, when—

When suddenly his vision blurred.

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He opened his eyes to find himself standing in the midst of an impossible battlefield.

The sky was torn open by rifts of every color and none at all. The ground beneath him was a graveyard of shattered worlds. The air was thick with the clash of powers so vast they distorted reality itself.

All around, armies of abyssal horrors, monstrous titans, god-like angels, winged devils, and abominations from realms unknown were gathered—each one capable of ending nations.

And yet... none of them moved forward.

Their attention wasn’t on each other. It was on him.

No—

It was on the man standing in the center of it all.

A figure, wearing a battle suit ripped and burned in a hundred places, still stood tall. In his hands was a black sword—not the Celestial Sunblade, but something far more terrifying. Its blade curved ever so slightly, and each pulse of its dark energy felt like death itself had taken form.

Even through the distortion, Alex felt an eerie familiarity radiating from the man’s presence. His face was blurred, obscured by some veil, yet something deep inside Alex whispered that he knew this man.

The gods themselves—and at least a hundred titanic beings—stood around him, weapons raised but... not striking. Their divine eyes were sharp, but underneath was something else.

Fear.

They weren’t just wary.

They were terrified of the man holding that sword.

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Suddenly, Alex realized something was wrong. He wasn’t in control of that body—he was merely... watching. His perspective locked inside the man’s form, unable to move of his own will.

The man in front of the endless army of gods and monsters slowly shifted his stance.

His voice cut through the apocalyptic silence like a blade.

"Astral Void Rend... Eleventh Form—’Oblivion Edge.’"

Alex’s eyes widened.

That voice... ’That’s—?!’

A surge of blackened starlight gathered around the man’s sword, space itself seeming to peel back from the edge. But just as the strike was about to be unleashed—

Everything blurred again.

When Alex’s vision cleared, he was somewhere else entirely.

A campfire crackled in the middle of a sprawling war encampment. The air was still tense with the aftertaste of battle, but the people here laughed, their voices warm and victorious.

All around him sat warriors, generals, and leaders—sharing drinks, teasing each other, and boasting about the day’s triumphs.

To Alex’s left sat a breathtaking mermaid woman, her hair the color of the deepest ocean blues, eyes glimmering like sunlight through water. To his right was an elven woman so ethereal her beauty could rival that of a goddess, her long blond hair cascading like moonlight.

They were all laughing about how they had crushed their enemies.

But Alex’s attention was pulled elsewhere—across the fire, where a man with golden hair and golden eyes sat calmly, his regal presence impossible to ignore. He looked... almost exactly like Ethan.

And beside him stood a man with pure white hair like falling snow, eyes a sharp, noble violet.

The white-haired man grinned and leaned forward.

"Alex, what do you think? I performed the best this time in the war, didn’t I? I killed at least hundreds of demigods single-handedly! But this bastard Ethan won’t admit his defeat!"

The name clicked in Alex’s mind like a bolt of lightning.

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