The Extra Who Shouldn't Exist novel Chapter 283

Chapter 283: Chapter 283 : The world’s greatest Hacker (3)

The pod hissed open with a pulse of white light, releasing waves of energy that made the entire underground chamber tremble.

The walls reverberated as loose stones tumbled from the ceiling, caught in the cascading flashes that seemed to slice through shadow and silence.

From within the shimmering mist, a figure stepped out—slow, deliberate, graceful.

Her glowing blue eyes flickered open for the first time. At that moment, Kellian and Draven both felt it—their very souls quivered beneath the sheer pressure radiating from her.

It wasn’t just power; it was divinity forged from destruction, beauty shaped from the impossible and honed by some ancient will. Draven’s mind struggled to comprehend her presence.

He thought he understood magic, but this was something else—a force as elegant as starlight, as remorseless as a void.

The fog dispersed gradually, revealing the woman’s silhouette in fragments. With an effortless flick of her slender fingers, threads of pure light coiled around her form, weaving themselves into fabric that materialized piece by piece across her body.

Each filament glimmered in the air before folding itself into a flowing design, carving out her new shape with hypnotic, arcane precision.

When the light faded, the result was mesmerizing. Her hair, a cascade of silver-blue, shimmered like threads of starlight. It spilled down to her waist, shifting hues as though reflecting forgotten galaxies.

Her eyes glowed cerulean—calm yet infinite—holding both gentleness and cruelty in equal measure.

Her lips curved faintly, soft and full, as her form came fully into view. The newly formed attire clung to her elegant frame: a bodysuit of white silk and astral gold, delicate and regal, flowing with faint runes that traced the curves of her body.

Each subtle movement made the light dance off her chest, her hips, her long legs—it was a beauty both sacred and dangerously seductive.

Draven could barely breathe. Even Kellian, whose heart was long devoted to science, stood frozen for a full second before his shock turned to manic euphoria.

The air around them felt electrified, vibrating with the pulse of something impossibly alive.

He threw Draven aside and sprinted forward, his face twisting with unrestrained joy.

"It’s a success! It’s a success!" he screamed, almost laughing and crying at once. "I’ve done it! I’ve created perfection! I’ve revived her!"

Laughing uncontrollably, he wrapped his arms around the woman’s shoulders. "Veyra... my beautiful Veyra... how is your new body?" he whispered hoarsely. "I sacrificed so much to bring you back!"

He broke the embrace and seized her hand, eyes shining with obsession.

"Tell me," he said breathlessly, "how grateful you are. Tell me how much you love me."

His face twisted with lust, his voice low and trembling. "After all, you owe me everything. Every piece of you belongs to me. So tell me—how are you going to repay me?"

Her lips parted slightly. Then came a voice—soft, melodic, yet carrying a strange echo that made both men freeze.

"You’re right," she said. "I should repay you."

Kellian’s grin widened instantly. In his mind was only triumph.

’It worked,’ he thought greedily. ’Her programmed consciousness is functioning perfectly. Nothing seems wrong. She’s mine now—her power, her beauty, all of it.’

His gaze raked down her body, shameless and feverish.

’Everything about her... belongs to me alone.’

He turned and pointed a blood-stained finger toward Draven, who still knelt on the ground coughing.

"Kill that rat," Kellian ordered sharply. "He dared to harm your master. Kill him right now!"

The woman turned to look at Draven. Her glowing eyes shifted slightly, and in that instant, he felt his soul quake—his vision tunnelled, his breathing stopped. He could swear that death itself had looked at him.

But the next sound that came was not Draven’s end—it was Kellian’s scream.

Schlk—

Kellian’s outstretched arm fell to the floor, sliced cleanly at the wrist. Blood splashed across the metal floor. He stumbled backward, clutching what remained, his face contorted in agony.

"What—what did you do?!" he roared, voice cracking through the echoing chamber. "Why?! I saved you!"

The woman stared at him coolly. Her tone was serene and edged with mockery.

"No," she said. "You didn’t save me. You were nothing more than a tool I manipulated into freeing me."

A shadow of a smirk touched her lips as her eyes darkened with quiet amusement.

"So you see, Kellian," she said softly, "I was the one who helped myself. Not you."

A violent surge rattled through Kellian’s body. The air around him shimmered as his mana spiraled into chaos. His veins bulged; his eyes widened with horror.

"Wha—what’s happening?!" he gasped, blood pouring from every orifice. His body cracked with loud snapping sounds as he collapsed to his knees.

In his final moments, he looked up at her, trembling.

"Why, Veyra... I loved you so much..."

But the woman smiled—a slow, cruel smile.

"I’m not Veyra, you disgusting little creep," she said. "My name is Zara. Zara Lumina."

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