The Extra Who Shouldn't Exist novel Chapter 271

Chapter 271: Chapter 271 : Light vs Darkness (1)

The battlefield was a wasteland of destruction.

The undead and the spiritual beast armies clashed like two natural disasters colliding. The sky burned crimson with the residue of mana and death energy. Every explosion sent clouds of smoke and blood into the air.

Undead ogres ripped through spectral tigers, tearing them in half with monstrous strength. Phantom wolves leaped onto towering skeletal giants, biting deep into their necks before being obliterated by waves of demonic fire.

Spiritual serpents of lightning wrapped around undead dragons, searing their bones into ash, but even as their skulls burned, the dragons roared, crashing down upon them, devouring their radiant forms in one bite.

The old undead knight at the front swung his cursed blade, decapitating anything that moved, while the orange‑haired undead girl danced between chaos—her scythe glowing with deathlight, cutting through spirit beasts as if reaping souls.

The deadly storm of battle raged for what felt like hours, until one side began to falter.

The undead army’s relentless nature finally overwhelmed the radiant beasts. The light of the spirits dimmed, one after another, leaving only silence and smoke.

When the dust settled, only the undead remained, standing tall over the corpses of their glowing enemies.

Amidst the carnage stood Azrael, silent and motionless, surrounded by a sea of destruction. His crimson aura glowed faintly, shimmering against the broken ground.

In front of him lay Silas, sprawled across the ground, his body riddled with holes. Red energy—Azrael’s aura of Domination—leaked from every wound, eating away at his flesh. The once‑proud familiar now looked like a shattered relic.

Coughing blood, Silas struggled to speak. "Damn it... I... I can’t move my body at all!"

Azrael tilted his head, a mocking grin tugging at his lips.

"What happened to all that boasting? You were acting rather cocky earlier. Seems you’re not much after all."

Silas spat blood, glaring weakly. "You bastard... I’ll kill you... for this humiliation!"

Azrael laughed softly. "I’m standing right here. What’s stopping you?"

Silas gritted his teeth, fury sparking faintly in his fading eyes.

Azrael’s expression grew colder. His voice dropped to a chilling calm.

"Tell me everything you know about my father. Where is he—and what happened to me? Do that, and I might give you a merciful death."

Silas’s lips twitched into a cruel smirk. "Do you really think I’d tell a dirty failure like you anything?"

Azrael’s smile vanished. "Too bad."

In a blur, he grabbed Silas by the neck and lifted him off the ground with one hand. Silas gasped, his face contorting in pain as the grip tightened, cutting off his breath entirely.

Panic filled Silas’s mind.

’F‑fuck... at this rate, I’ll die...!’

Suddenly, before Azrael could crush him, Silas started laughing. It wasn’t the laugh of victory, but pure, manic hysteria.

"He’s here!" Silas screamed. "He’s here now! You’re screwed! You’re screwed, you idiot!"

For a moment, Azrael froze. A chill slithered down his spine—deep, instinctive dread.

Then, almost instantly, his eyes widened as he felt something... disappear. His breathing stopped.

Selena’s presence—gone.

’No... no, it can’t be...’

He staggered back a step, his heart pounding violently as dread spread through his chest.

’Did she... die?’ He clenched his fists, his killing intent surging uncontrollably.

’I sent undead soldiers to assist her... all of them are gone. Damn it... this can’t be happening!’

While Azrael tried to make sense of it, Silas’s laughter grew even louder, echoing across the field of corpses.

"HAHAHAHA! You feel it too, don’t you?! She’s gone! She’s dead!"

Rage exploded through Azrael’s body. His hand moved instinctively, and a black dagger materialized in his grasp. He raised it high, his voice a cold whisper.

"I’ve had enough of your voice. Time to die—"

But before he could strike, a new voice cut through the air.

"Not so fast."

The sound was calm, young, yet carried power beyond comprehension.

Azrael froze. That voice... it sliced through him like ice. He looked up—and every instinct screamed danger.

Standing some distance away was a boy, no older than fifteen, wearing a sleek black mask that obscured half his face. Each step he took warped the ground beneath him. Beside him stood Arya, the green‑haired woman, silent and expressionless.

Azrael’s gaze immediately shifted to Arya—and his blood ran cold.

’If she’s here... that means... Selena... she really is—’

Kyle’s voice broke the silence.

"You’re thinking correctly," he said evenly. "Selena Vega is dead."

Azrael’s entire body tightened as something shattered inside him.

Kyle raised his hand, and a ripple of darkness materialized in front of him. From it, Selena’s lifeless body appeared, still and silent. He knelt briefly, laying her gently on the ground.

"She fought like a real warrior," Kyle said softly. "So I thought she deserved a proper funeral—unlike the useless trash surrounding me."

His eyes flicked toward Arya and Silas. Both instantly looked away, guilt and fear flashing across their faces.

Then his focus returned to Azrael.

"But it’s a shame. Now that I’m here, I can’t let you kill him." He nodded toward Silas. "Weak as he may be, he still has his uses."

But Azrael wasn’t listening anymore.

He threw Silas aside like a piece of garbage and sprinted toward Selena’s body. His thoughts were a whirlwind of disbelief and fury.

’No, no, no... it can’t be!’

He dropped to his knees beside her. Her skin was cold, her heartbeat nonexistent.

’She’s... really gone?’

For the first time in years, Azrael felt a hollow ache in his chest—something that was not rage, not vengeance, but loss.

He clenched his teeth, shaking as he whispered to himself.

’Maybe... maybe I can still bring her back. Yes... if I reanimate her like the undead...’

He extended his hand toward her body, gathering his mana.

But Kyle’s voice cut in, soft and confident.

"I know what you’re trying to do," he said. "But before you start reviving the dead, you should worry about staying alive."

Before Azrael could react, a translucent window flashed before his eyes.

[ System Message: Soul Consumption has been activated. ]

"What—"

Black tendrils burst from Kyle’s body.

They moved faster than thought, piercing through Azrael’s chest and shoulders in an instant. Blood erupted into the air.

Azrael’s eyes went wide, his breath caught in his throat. He could barely comprehend what had happened—it was too fast, too overwhelming.

The last thing he saw was Kyle’s calm, empty expression, and the faint smile hidden beneath that mask.

The moment the black tendrils pierced Azrael, an agony beyond imagination tore through his body.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!" he screamed, his voice echoing through the collapsing dimension. It wasn’t just pain—it was his very soul being shredded piece by piece.

The undead army surrounding him reacted instinctively. Dozens, then hundreds of his undead soldiers charged toward Kyle, trying to protect their master. But the dark tendrils shot outward, piercing them effortlessly.

Their bodies convulsed, their glowing red eyes dimming as the consuming darkness swallowed them whole. The air filled with the wails of thousands of dying souls.

System messages began flashing one after another in front of Kyle’s eyes:

[ 50+ Abyssal Points have been acquired. ]

[ 10+ Abyssal Points have been acquired. ]

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