The Extra Who Shouldn't Exist novel Chapter 279

Chapter 279: Chapter 279 : The villain vs The Devil (7)

Alex and Kyle clashed and clashed again.

They collided in the sky thousands of times in the span of heartbeats, a blur of thunder and shadow. Each impact rang like the world being hammered, each collision throwing off pulses that cracked mountains and churned seas. But with every exchange it grew clearer who held the upper hand.

System messages flashed in front of Kyle like cold, accusing numbers.

[ 50,000 Abyssal Points have been used for regeneration. ]

[ 40,000 Abyssal Points have been used for regeneration. ]

Each time Kyle’s body was torn apart by some brutal blow, the System dragged him back from oblivion. Bones reformed, blood reversed its flow, organs re-stitched in grotesque reverse motion.

His every scream echoed through the broken landscape, fading into the cold void before the next impact came.

Each time he tried a new technique Alex seemed to learn them mid-fight. His movements became sharper, his body more fluid, like a reflection studying its master until it knew him better than he knew himself.

Kyle swung his arm in a wide arc, releasing a storm of dark lances. They sliced through the air, ripping craters in the ground f om th sky, but Alex dissolved into streaks of silver light, slipping through the chaos like water around stones. He re-emerged an instant later, eyes gleaming with quiet, predatory amusement.

"You—how?" Kyle spat, his voice breaking between fury and disbelief.

Alex didn’t answer. His lips curved into something too calm to be human. In the next blink, he was gone—no sound, no step—only reappearing behind Kyle.

Before Kyle could react, a cruel, precise kick smashed directly into his groin.

A sharp, wet crack filled the air. Pain detonated through Kyle’s core, a kind of pain that transcended mortal comprehension. His body folded inward, his scream strangled halfway through as his knees buckled.

A system prompt blinked mercilessly before his eyes:

[ 900,000 Abyssal Points consumed for emergency regeneration — critical damage restored. ]

Kyle gasped, clutching the dirt, his throat tight with nausea. The regeneration came with an agony of its own—the flesh rebuilding in a frenzy of living fire, knitting tissue that shouldn’t have existed anymore.

The cost flashed across his HUD again, cruel and red. ’Nine hundred thousand points... for that? How many souls—’

Before he could even process it, Alex struck again.

Another kick, perfectly timed. The same spot.

Another eruption of blinding, unbearable torment began as pain erupted.

The sound that escaped Kyle was not human; it was a guttural noise that scraped against the edges of sanity. The System responded again, cold and emotionless.

[ 900,000 Abyssal Points consumed for emergency regeneration — critical damage restored. ]

Alex stood over him, silent, his expression unreadable.

The air warped around him, the faint shimmer of space trembling under his control.

Kyle staggered up, his breathing ragged, spitting blood that hissed when it hit the scorched earth. "Do you know—" he growled, trembling, "how many people I had to kill for those points?!"

Alex tilted his head slightly, then vanished again.

Another strike. Another scream. Another explosion of regeneration.

It became a rhythm—a perverse, looping ballet of destruction. Pain. Recovery. Pain. Recovery.

By the sixth blow, Kyle could barely think. His pride cracked; his fury boiled into madness. The cost of his survival ticked away like a death sentence, digits turning red as millions of points burned to keep him standing.

He tried to lunge at Alex, to bite, to tear, to do anything—but every attempt met the same result. Alex didn’t block; he redirected reality itself. Blades passed through him as if through fog.

Finally, Kyle fell to his knees again, gasping, trembling. His body healed, but his spirit felt flayed raw.

He looked up, and for the first time, there was something desperate in his eyes.

By the end, Kyle’s pride and sanity were breaking apart faster than his body could heal. Each regeneration burned through thousands of abyssal points.

The humiliation overshadowed even the pain. His eyes twitched erratically, and his expression twisted into something feral.

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