The Extra Who Shouldn't Exist novel Chapter 285

Chapter 285: Chapter 285 : The Villain vs The Devil (9)

The battlefield had become a bleeding wound upon reality itself.

Flashes of Chaotic power split the sky while streaks of pure destruction tore through the air.

The barriers upon the elven and dwarven Empire was was already long gone—As millions died from th destruction alex and the seven deadly sins were causing. Amid this devastation.

Alex fought alone against the seven incarnations of chaos.

Grambell’s next strike came like the wrath of gods, cutting through space.

His hand blurred, and before Alex could react, a blade of condensed pride carved through his wrist. Blood boiled in the air, glowing red as his severed hand fell to the ground.

But an instant later, the flesh reformed. Bone, sinew, and skin reconstructed in a flash of divine energy—Alex’s body whole again, yet trembling under the strain.

Around him, the seven Sins never relented.

Their endless attacks crashed like storms, giving him no time to breathe. Grambell’s subspace of pride folded reality like paper, bending existence itself against him. Inside that area, Alex’s body rippled in pain as the green‑haired Sovereign’s will turned into law.

Space fractured each time Grambell lifted his hand. His strength was absolute.

Then a roar filled the air—Drathos, the Sin of Wrath, closing in behind him. Alex barely moved his blade in time as a molten fist grazed his arm; the heat alone blistered his skin. The two collided midair, their punches tearing open the fabric of space.

Alex ducked beneath another swing, countering with three quick strikes, each amplified by death energy. The final blow was a brutal kick to Drathos’s chest, followed by a crushing elbow to the side of his head.

Drathos shot backward like a meteor, shattering the floating mountains behind him and leaving a crater large enough to swallow cities.

Silence lingered for a heartbeat before Wrath’s laughter echoed again. His molten body shimmered as he stood back up, grinning.

"Years," he said, molten blood dripping down his face. "It’s been years since anyone hurt me this much."

Alex’s expression hardened. He noticed it immediately—Drathos was burning brighter now, his aura thicker. Each attack Alex landed only made him stronger.

’He really feeds off pain and rage,’ Alex thought grimly. ’Every hit just empowers him... even his soul is getting stronger.’

Drathos cracked his neck, molten steam hissing out.

"Come on, mortal. Don’t slow down now."

Alex tightened his grip, preparing for another charge—Before he could plan another strike, shadows swirled across the ground.

Alex shifted into a defensive stance, recalculating—But the battlefield changed before he even finished that thought.

The Air Darkens

Everything dimmed.

The sky.

The ground.

Even the light from Drathos’s molten body flickered.

A foul presence slithered in from the edges of existence, oozing through the cracks in the wrecked terrain like living tar.

Shadows pooled unnaturally.

The smell of rot and hunger filled the world.

Alex’s heartbeat faltered.

The sensation hit him instantly—

not pain,

not fear,

but drain.

Like something had latched onto his life force and started sucking.

"...What the hell?" Alex muttered, stumbling.

His limbs felt heavy.

Breathing grew harder.

His mana, aura, and vitality bled out of him as if leaking through invisible wounds.

And then he saw it.

Saw him.

A foul presence slithered through the cracks. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

Gorath had arrived.

The Sin of Gluttony was not shaped as any sane being should be—he was a dark vortex of flesh and mouths, each whispering, swallowing, devouring.

The air warped around him. Alex felt his heartbeat falter as his energy drained at an alarming rate.

A dozen mouths opened at once, whispering in overlapping hunger.

"Feast... feast... feeeast..."

"What the hell...?" Alex muttered, stumbling as his limbs grew heavier, his power fading.

From within his mind, his system spoke urgently:

[ Host, the odds are not in our favor. Engaging all seven simultaneously is suicide. At most, we can handle two of them.

That Gorath creature is consuming everything—mana, life force, divine energy. Anything that exists as power, he devours. Even cosmic essence would become his meal. ]

[ His ability is absolute gluttony. Anything that cannot be consumed is negated. ]

Before Alex could react further, a whisper brushed his ear.

A new presence—Valen, the Sin of Greed—stepped from behind reality, his gold‑encrusted clothes glinting with light.

A alluring voice filled Alex’s head.

"Tell me, boy... what do you desire the most?"

The world darkened around Alex, the battlefield fading away. Valen approached, his voice smooth like silk.

"What is it you crave? Power? Love? Victory? Give them to me."

He reached forward, placing a hand over Alex’s chest.

"These feelings of revenge—give them to me. These burdens of hatred, this endless fight—leave them all behind. Give your soul to me, and you’ll be free. Free from pain, from anger, from this cursed life."

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