The Extra Who Shouldn't Exist novel Chapter 289

Chapter 289: Chapter 289 : The Villain vs The Devil (10) Final

Alex dropped to his knees with a guttural, inhuman cry, the sound echoing through his collapsing Domain.

His vision twisted—pain like molten iron coursed through his veins, fire and ice stabbing every nerve.

Inside his mind, the system’s voice sounded almost weary.

[ Host, I warned you before—the time is up. ]

Alex’s head spun violently as dozens of images and memories crashed through his mind. Lily’s voice, Alden’s teasing, Alicia’s laughter—each memory a blade, each feeling a hammer striking his soul.

His world flickered as the domain shattered around him.

System messages rattled before Alex’s failing vision:

[ The skill: Origin Collapse is forcibly deactivating. ]

Suddenly, power left his body. Strength, energy, will—all drained like water from a broken vessel. His knees buckled, his face hit the floor with a dull thud.

Further system alerts bombarded his consciousness:

[ Host’s soul is under massive strain. ]

[ The value of existence has been reduced drastically. ]

Alex gritted his teeth, hardly able to focus. The world blurred until only shadow and white noise remained.

Through the haze, he barely saw Kyle, already healed by his system, limping away with terror in his eyes—a coward’s retreat.

Rage reawakened inside Alex’s broken body. He forced his synapses to fire, his blood to flow.

’Don’t even think about escaping!’ he screamed.

Inside his head: ’System, use whatever cosmic essence is left—create death energy immediately, boost my agility stat!’

[ Host, you need rest... further fighting may kill you... ]

"Do what I just said, useless!" Alex roared inwardly.

A moment of silence, then—

[ Using cosmic essence to create death energy. ]

[ Host’s agility has reached Reached Ex-rank (temporarily). ]

Kyle was running, stumbling desperately across the ruins, mind splintering.

Then suddely he heard that voice, colder than the void.

"Don’t you dare."

Kyle whipped around—

A black aura blade pierced his left eye.

He shrieked, collapsing in a writhing heap, claws at his ruined face. Even as his system sent waves of healing, the wound refused to mend. Death energy squirmed beneath his flesh, the energy defying resurrection.

’What is this power...? My eye isn’t regenerating...’

Alex’s body was screaming, his left leg broken, his chest rattling. Still, he stood tall, blood dripping from his mouth. Russed into a combat stance, his right arm trembling as he faced Kyle once more.

"You som of a bitch! You die today!" Alex snarled, eyes burning. "If you think you can run away now, you’re mistaken."

Inside Kyle’s mind, Sabrina’s voice arrived—strained, panicked.

{ Kyle—Arya and Melina are dead. You need to escape, RIGHT NOW. I can’t help you. }

Something inside Kyle snapped. Arya and Melina were all he had left— something he cold say family, after everything else was taken.

He began to laugh: a terrible, blood-choked sound.

"They’re dead! DEAD! It can’t be!" he screamed. Black blood poured from his left eye as his body began to absorb vitality from every plant, animal, and living thing within his reach. Kyle’s aura grew darker, more grotesque, feeding on the world itself to prolong his strength.

A faint chime echoed inside Alex’s mind before a translucent blue message appeared in front of him.

[ Using Cosmic Essence to temporarily elevate all stats to match the opponent. ]

The scale tipped.

Both Alex and Kyle now radiated equal power, their bodies emanating darkness and death.

Both froze for a breath, their auras roaring to life.

Black energy surged around them, thick, corrosive, cracking the floor beneath their feet.

The atmosphere trembled.

And then—

They moved.

As they shot forward, black energy poured from their bodies like smoke. Shockwaves erupted with every step.

Their fists collided first—

BOOM!

A thunderous shockwave ripped through the ground.

’His strength... it’s the same as mine now.’

Kyle grinned, bloodlust rising.

"Good. Now we fight for real!"

Alex didn’t reply. He dove in.

They clashed again—hand to hand—blows moving faster than the eye could follow.

Alex ducked under a roundhouse, driving his fist into Kyle’s ribs.

Kyle coughed blood but retaliated instantly, smashing his knee into Alex’s chin.

Both staggered, lips split, knuckles bleeding.

’He’s... reading my movements...’

Kyle spun, landing a crushing hook to Alex’s jaw.

Alex countered with a rising knee, slamming into Kyle’s stomach.

Both flew backward, skidding through broken stone.

They charged again.

Kyle unleashed a rapid 5-strike combo—

A jab, cross, elbow strike, spin kick, and a final hammer fist.

Alex blocked three... took two.

Ribs cracked.

Alex answered with his own sequence—

a low sweep, and a palm strike straight to Kyle’s chest.

Kyle’s lungs emptied. But he didn’t fall.

They collided again in a brutal frenzy—each hit breaking bone, tearing flesh.

Both coughed blood.

Both trembled.

Both refused to kneel.

But slowly... Kyle gained the advantage.

Alex’s guard slipped.

A devastating uppercut snapped his head back.

Then another blow crushed his forearm.

Crack.

His hand broke.

He dropped to one knee—but only for a second.

’No... I’m not done... not yet...’

Alex rose again, fighting with one arm, teeth clenched so hard his jaw bled.

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