The Extra Who Shouldn't Exist novel Chapter 213

Chapter 213: Chapter 213: Greatest Creations (2)

Suddenly, a massive pressure descended over the entire realm.

The air itself grew heavy, pressing down like an invisible mountain.

The violet-haired woman gasped, her knees trembling, and even the ground seemed to groan under the weight.

Alex staggered for a second—until the constellation-like symbol on his hand began to glow faintly.

The crushing weight around him was immediately canceled out, as though the light from the mark itself rejected the divine pressure.

’It’s shielding me from the pressure. Thank God,’ Alex thought, staring at his glowing hand before lifting his gaze upward.

High above, floating in the molten sky, a god revealed himself.

The god of blacksmiths—Hephaestus.

His figure was immense, broad-shouldered and muscular, arms thick with strength honed from millennia of hammering divine steel.

His stance, however, carried a faint limp, and his back hunched slightly as though the weight of eternity bore down on him.

His rugged face was marked with scars and burns, a visage many might call "ugly," but to Alex it radiated a harsh, undeniable beauty—like the battered face of a warrior who had never once bowed to time.

His thick beard and hair were wild, curled, and streaked with soot and ash, as though fire had singed them countless times.

His skin was bronze and weathered, patches scarred black from flames, veins glowing faintly like molten cracks across his arms.

Dark bags hung under his eyes, proof he hadn’t known rest in ages. In one hand, he clutched a bottle that smelled unmistakably of strong booze.

The other arm, however, carried a hammer—massive, ancient, its head glowing with traces of unending fire.

Every inch of his presence screamed of a god who had once forged thunder bolt for Zeus and armor for Ares... and yet now stood as a broken giant, still greater than all mortals combined.

The moment Alex laid eyes on him, goosebumps raced across his skin. His entire body screamed at him to kneel, to submit.

But he clenched his teeth, forced his legs to stay firm, and lifted his chin, staring straight into the god’s eyes.

Hephaestus’s rugged lips twitched upward.

"Interesting. Very interesting. Not bending even in front of the divinity of a god... Even though I am long past my prime, stripped of almost all my powers except for creation of weapons itself, he can still look me in the eyes... what the hell are you, boy?" 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

A familiar voice spoke in Alex’s head.

`[Host, I think now is the perfect time to demonstrate your beauty and make him cry and bow down to you—just like you bragged earlier.]`

Alex’s eye twitched. ’Sorry. My good looks aren’t for public demonstration.’

Meanwhile, behind him, the violet-haired woman and her subordinates collapsed to their knees.

"We greet the Divine Craftsman, the Celestial Artificer, Hephaestus, the Flame Eternal of Creation!"

Their voices rang with reverence, trembling as if a single misstep would bring divine wrath.

Hephaestus raised his scarred hand. "Stop that. Just ’my lord’ will do."

"As you command, my lord," they chorused in unison, bowing lower.

Hephaestus smiled faintly before his molten gaze shifted back to Alex.

"Boy," his voice thundered like a hammer striking an anvil, "what is your name?"

In that instant, the suffocating pressure vanished. The urge to kneel evaporated as if it had never existed. Alex exhaled slowly, rolling his shoulders, his eyes fixed on the god.

’So this... is the presence of a god, huh. He’s powerful beyond any comprehension.’

He straightened, showing no weakness. "The name’s Lucifer... Lucifer Morningstar."

For a heartbeat, Hephaestus’s molten eyes flickered. He tilted his head, murmuring,

"Lucifer... Morningstar... Where have I heard that before?"

But after a pause, he shook his head.

"No... It’s just the alias you’re using inside the Tower of Ascension. Not your real name."

His gaze sharpened.

"Tell me your true name, boy. Not the mask you wear inside the Tower."

Alex’s lips curled into a grin. "Well... I don’t feel like telling you. So make do with the alias."

The violet-haired lady shot to her feet, her golden eyes burning with fury. "How dare you—!"

But before she could take another step, Hephaestus’s voice boomed. "Lina. Stop."

She froze instantly.

"It was rude of me to ask," the god said, chuckling. "If he doesn’t want to tell me, then so be it."

"Yes, my lord," Lina bowed deeply, shame and anger flashing across her face.

Alex took a step forward, his voice calm yet edged with steel.

"So this is you. The Celestial Artificer. The divine craftsman who forged Zeus’s thunderbolt... the god of blacksmiths, the master of armories and artifacts—Hephaestus himself, huh."

His eyes gleamed with challenge.

"Since you’re here in person, I suppose I’ve proven my worth.

Now, will you fulfill my request? Craft me a weapon greater than all others—a weapon that can never be replicated, never wielded by another in the entire multiverse."

The forge-god’s molten eyes softened into a smile.

"You’ve proved more than just your worth, boy. You are something else entirely."

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Hephaestus’s molten eyes glimmered as his deep voice rumbled through the air.

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