The Extra Who Shouldn't Exist novel Chapter 287

Chapter 287: Chapter 287 : 7 vs 1

A low, unhinged laugh escaped Alex’s lips, echoing through the warped space alex Domain.

"Death," he muttered, his voice trembling with mania. "Yes... a gruesome, painful one. Yes, that will be fun. I’ll give you a death just like that."

The ground beneath his feet cracked like glass, his aura rippling outward like waves of living flame. His gaze fell upon Grambell’s broken body.

"I know you can’t truly be killed that way," Alex said coldly, flicking his fingers as Grambell’s body began to reconstruct. "Now get up, pest. Alex flicked his finger."

A moment later, the mangled corpse twitched. Grambell’s shredded neck pulsed, and from the ruined stump, his head began to regenerate—flesh writhing back into place.

His voice came out as a furious snarl, filled with disbelief beyond anything he had ever felt.

"How is my body fine?! How... How... How can you manipulate the Law of Pride?! How can your existence outshine mine?!"

Alex stepped closer, smirking faintly. "Shut up before I piss on that ugly face of yours. You really think a crawling pest like you, with your inflated ego, can hold a candle to me?"

Grambell froze. His mouth hung open slightly, disbelief radiating from his eyes.

’This bastard radiates narcissism stronger than any I’ve seen in my centuries of life... Did he amplify his narcissism itself, turning it into his pride?! My own Law of Pride—it’s... acknowledging him. Bending to him?!’

The paradox made Grambell’s strength falter completely. His self-space of pride collapsed under Alex’s presence.

Around them, the six remaining Sins tried to move—but their limbs trembled. Something primal inside them screamed a warning, and even they realized it: they were afraid.

Then Alex’s voice came again—darker, heavier, almost demonic.

"You all enjoyed one against seven, didn’t you?"

He lifted his hand and snapped his fingers.

Reality shattered.

From the fractured fragments of his domain, forty-nine figures materialized—Echoes of Alex, each radiating his aura and carrying the same killing intent. Their eyes glowed, shadows pulsing beneath their skin.

"In this domain," Alex said, smiling faintly, "I can create anything... or destroy everything. Now it’s seven against one—the other way around."

The seven Sins backed up a step, disbelief flashing across their monstrous faces. Their breaths hitched as they sensed the overwhelming power emanating from each echo; every one of them felt real, divine, and lethal.

Alex tilted his head. "Let’s see if you can survive the same hell I just did."

The echoes moved first.

Seven of them descended upon Grambell like executioners.

"Fools!" Grambell roared, his pride flaring as golden light engulfed him. "No copies can overpower me!"

He unleashed his full might—his subspace shimmering with divine light—but it faltered immediately. The moment Alex’s aura brushed against it, the fabric of his domain unraveled.

A fist slammed into Grambell’s ribs, followed by a kick that cracked his spine. The air filled with the sound of beating flesh. Another Alex raked his blade across Grambell’s chest while a third forced him down by his throat.

Blows came from every direction—fists, blades, and energy spheres of light, fire, void, water, and wind. Dozens of elements collided in an explosive symphony, hammering him endlessly.

Grambell’s arrogant laughter turned to agonized screams.

"STOP! STOP! I YIELD—!"

But mercy did not exist in Alex’s eyes. They tore his limbs apart, ripped his wings into ribbons, and finally plunged a blue‑white spear through his heart.

The mighty incarnate of Pride fell silent, burning away into ash.

’That’s one,’ whispered Alex calmly in his mind.

Meanwhile, Drathos stood surrounded by seven more of Alex’s incarnations, his molten body seething with power.

He grinned through cracked lips. "It’s futile! Ten, twenty, a hundred of you—it doesn’t matter. Every attack fuels my wrath! The more you strike me, the stronger I become!"

The clones did not react—they simply attacked.

Blades of black aura cleaved through him from every angle—cutting, burning, piercing.

Drathos laughed shrilly. "Yes! Give me everything! I’ll devour your strength until—"

He stopped.

His molten veins flashed white for a moment, then gray. Each wound he tried to heal refused to close. His body began to shake violently as the heat in his chest turned cold.

’No... this can’t be...’ he thought in horror. ’These blades... they’re absorbing my strength! That dark energy—they’re releasing it into my body! It’s eating me from the inside!’

Before he could react further, the seven Alexes charged again—silent and merciless. Their blades of raw dark aura tore through him until even the Sin of Wrath collapsed into molten dust, drowned in his own overflowing fury.

Gorath, the Sin of Gluttony, rose next—a monstrous vortex of mouths and shadows. Every motion devoured space itself.

"I consume all!" he gurgled, thousands of voices overlapping. "You cannot escape me!"

He opened his endless, abyssal maw to consume everything—Alex’s echoes, the domain, even existence itself—but before he could swallow, an even darker void bloomed behind him.

From Alex’s hand poured waves of black essence—denser, older, infinitely hungrier. The air warped. Stars outside the plane dimmed.

A chilling voice echoed. "Don’t think you’re the only one who can absorb in this place," Alex said. "Here, every law bends to me and for me. Copying your law and improving on it is nothing."

The shadows around Gorath began twisting violently as they turned inward—his own body consuming itself. One by one, the countless mouths screamed and imploded, dragged into Alex’s darkness.

His final scream shook the Astral Domain before silence reclaimed it completely.

Valen, the Sin of Greed, smiled.

"So you killed them. Impressive, but futile," he hissed. Golden light flared as countless phantom treasures spiraled around him. "Numbers mean nothing. I will take your desire to fight, your will to stand, your very essence of defiance and feeling! All of it will belong to me!"

He stepped forward, energy reaching toward Alex. "Give me everything—you don’t need such burdens."

Before he realized it, one of Alex’s echoes had moved closer.

"No," the echo said softly. "I’ll give you something else instead."

The echo grabbed Valen by the throat, forcing open his jaw. His palm glowed with blue light.

"Here," he said coldly. "Take a taste of something only I can wield. Let’s see if this essence can satisfy your greed."

A stream of shimmering energy shot into Valen’s chest. The greedy Sovereign gasped, his veins turning black as cracks spread across his golden armor.

Boom!

Valen exploded, reduced to shards of magic and ash.

Before anyone could blink, Alex flicked his fingers once more—and the body reassembled instantly, trembling in horror.

"Wha—what did you—"

But Alex didn’t let him finish.

Again, he forced Cosmic Essence into Valen’s body. Again, it detonated.

Boom!

And again.

Each time, the Sin of Greed was reborn in agony only to explode once more. The realm echoed with Valen’s desperate pleas, his distorted voice screaming through the void.

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