The Extra Who Shouldn't Exist novel Chapter 293

Chapter 293: Chapter 293 : The underworld and a lost kid, maybe

"Mr. God of Death, Hades... I’d like to have a word with you."

Alex’s voice echoed through the hospital room, low but firm.

For a moment, nothing happened.

No divine voice. No system message. No tremor in the air.

One long minute passed in complete silence.

Azrael stood to the side, watching. ’Yeah... he’s not sane,’ he thought. ’Calling out to a god like that? Maybe that’s why he hasn’t killed me yet. He’s too broken to care.’

Then it happened.

A black aura erupted around Alex—dense, suffocating, and ancient. It surged outward like a living storm and swallowed him whole.

"Alex! What are you doing?!" Azrael shouted, instinctively rushing forward.

Before he could reach him, the dark sphere pulsed once and hurled Azrael away like a rag doll. He slammed into the wall, sliding down with a groan as the world spun around him.

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Meanwhile When Alex opened his eyes again, the hospital room was gone.

He felt something damp and cold under his palms. The sky above him was pitch-black, not like night, but like an endless void that swallowed all light. The overwhelming sensation of being watched seeped into his bones—as if countless unseen eyes observed his every breath from high above.

The ground was tar-like and sticky, clinging to his boots. A rancid stench hung in the air—decay, blood, and something older than either. The air itself felt solid and icy; every breath he took was like forcing jagged stones through his lungs.

’Where... is this?’

He already knew the answer.

This was the Underworld.

Not heaven or hell—just a realm of endless torment, where the souls of the dead drifted in pain once their lifetimes ended.

"So, you are here."

A young voice floated toward him, strangely clear amid the oppressive gloom.

"The blessed one."

Alex turned toward the voice, expecting some towering skeleton king or robed god.

Instead, what he saw made him blink.

A child stood there. At most eight to ten years old. Her hair was bright blond, cascading down in soft, silky waves that contrasted sharply with the blackened wasteland, and her eyes glowed an ominous crimson—far too sharp and ancient for such a small face.

Her skin was pale, almost porcelain-like, and her petite frame made her look like a doll crafted with excessive care. Yet despite her cute, chibi-like proportions, an invisible pressure radiated from her—a cold, lethal aura that screamed danger. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

She wore a small black coat with silver trim, sleeves slightly too long for her arms, and dark boots that didn’t quite match her innocent look. In that eerie landscape, she somehow looked both adorable and terrifying at the same time.

Alex stared at her. ’A little kid... in a place like this?’

He approached slowly, forcing a casual expression. "A lost child here, huh...?"

He reached out and patted her head. "Alright, kid. What’s your father’s name? I’ll take you back to him."

For a moment, she froze—then her eyes fluttered closed and she relaxed under the patting, almost enjoying it.

Then realization hit her.

Her small hand shot up and grabbed his wrist, and with surprising strength she hurled him several feet away.

"What do you think you’re doing, touching my hair, mortal?!" she shouted, cheeks flushed with indignation.

Alex hit the sticky ground, flipping onto his back with a grunt. He rubbed his lower back and glared. "What the hell ?! I was just trying to help!"

The girl folded her arms, nose lifted. "If you weren’t the Lord’s guest, I would’ve taken your head on the spot."

Alex muttered under his breath, "What a violent kid... Alright, enough fooling around. Who are you?"

The little girl’s mood shifted instantly. She puffed out her chest proudly, a smug smile tugging at her lips. "Now you’re asking the proper question, mortal."

She placed a hand on her hip. "My name is Roselia."

Alex waited, unimpressed.

She grinned wider. "And I am one of the highest-ranked Grim Reapers in the entire Underworld."

Alex’s mind short-circuited for a moment. ’This girl... is a grim reaper?’

"You’re joking, right, Roselia," Alex said, exasperation dripping from his words.

The smile vanished from her face. Her red eyes narrowed dangerously. "You dare question my authority, mortal?"

The air around her changed.

A tide of death energy exploded from her small body—pure, concentrated, overwhelming. It bore down on Alex like an ocean of graves, ancient and inexorable.

Alex reacted instantly. ’Tch... so she’s serious.’

"System," he thought, ’death energy. Now.’

[ Using cosmic essence to create death energy. ]

His own death aura surged out to meet hers, the two forces colliding with a soundless shockwave that shook the dark plane.

Then Alex felt it.

For the first time, pure dread crawled up his spine.

Roselia’s power casually crushed his own. His death energy was torn apart like a child’s sandcastle under a tidal wave. Compared to her, his aura was fragile—immature.

Her power hit him like a hammer.

Pain exploded through him. His vision blurred. His knees buckled as his body crashed to the ground.

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