The Extra Who Shouldn't Exist novel Chapter 344

Chapter 344: Chapter 344 : Result

People stared at the screen, then at Damian, then at the king. Some clutched their heads, whispering, "What have we done...?" Others began to sob, realizing what they had thrown at their savior—the hatred, the stones, the calls for his death.

Fear crept in too.

If this was what they had done to the hero who saved them... what would happen to them now?

But more than anything, one emotion began to boil among the crowd.

Hatred.

Not for Damian.

For the king and the traitors who had framed him.

Rocks began to fly—but this time, toward Marco and his entourage.

"Traitor!"

"Liar!"

"Murderer!"

Soldiers rushed to shield the king, raising shields and forming a wall as stones and debris rained down. Orders were barked, and soon blades were drawn.

Marco’s face twisted. "Insolent maggots! Attacking your own ruler!"

He raised his hand.

"Soldiers! Cut them down!"

The soldiers obeyed.

Steel flashed as they charged into their own people.

Chaos erupted.

Screams, blood, panic.

Civilians turned and ran, some fighting back with whatever they could grab. Others cried out toward Damian, begging now not for his death, but for his help.

Alex turned to him.

"Aren’t you going to save them, Mr. Hero?" he asked quietly.

Damian’s eyes stayed fixed on the king.

"No," he said. "I’ve done enough for them already. The king is now attacking his own people. That proves the dark arts have already corrupted his mind."

He raised his hand.

"Now my only targets are him... and those who killed Amara."

"Escalion."

A beautiful, deadly sword materialized in Damian’s grasp—its blade gleaming with holy light and built‑up resentment. Mana exploded from his body, cracking the ground beneath his feet.

Marco flinched at the pressure.

"D‑Damian," he stammered, "do not make any rash decisions. You remember your family is still captive, don’t you? Make a move against me and your family will die!"

Damian took a step forward.

Then he stopped.

Marco’s tense face relaxed into a cunning smile. "Good decision," he said. "Now do as I command—and kill that silver‑haired angel who has foiled my plans." 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Damian turned his head, looking at Alex.

In that instant, their eyes met.

And the man who had killed the Demon King—the strongest in that world—felt his instincts scream.

’If I so much as raise my sword against him... I will die.’

Alex saw the hesitation and smiled.

"Smart move," he said. "And don’t worry about your family. I’ve already sent someone to save them."

Damian’s eyes widened. "Who are you? And why are you helping me? Are you really an angel sent by the goddess?"

Alex burst into laughter.

"So you think an angel would kill innocents like that?" he asked.

"Then who—no, what are you?" Damian demanded.

"I am the devil," Alex replied calmly. "Just know that."

Before Damian could answer, a voice called from below the platform.

"Alex, we’re done here too!"

Alex looked down.

Elaria and Jacob stood there, and behind them were an older woman and two children—a boy and a girl—staring up at the hero with wide eyes.

Damian’s heart clenched.

"Mary... Rey... Aunt Myra..." he whispered.

They were safe.

Tears spilled from his eyes as his siblings and aunt waved at him, calling his name.

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"Now you’re free," Alex said. "It’s up to you what you do with this kingdom. You can burn it to the ground... or rebuild it into something stronger, so pests like that king never raise their heads again."

Damian nodded slowly.

He turned his gaze toward Marco, who was now sweating bullets, backing away step by step.

In a blur, Damian moved.

Soldiers surrounding the king fell in spray of blood—legs, arms, torsos severed before they even realized he had moved. Escalion sang through the air.

Marco screamed as his hand was sliced off at the wrist, the severed limb thudding onto the stone. Blood splattered the ground.

Damian’s gaze shifted.

His former companions stood a short distance away.

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