The Extra Who Shouldn't Exist novel Chapter 399

Chapter 399: Chapter 400 : A Monstrous Creation (2)

The sky turned red.

Not orange from sunset.

Not crimson clouds drifting by.

Red.

As if the heavens themselves had begun to bleed, the color seeping into every shadow.

A suffocating pressure descended, pressing down like an invisible ocean.

A chill ran down the spines of every fallen angel present, frost forming on their armor.

Even Corvin’s jaw tightened faintly, a muscle twitching.

The air trembled, thick with anticipation.

Something was coming, its aura warping reality itself.

The sky trembled, cracks of thunderless lightning flickering.

Then—

A figure materialized in the air above the village, descending without motion.

She looked no older than her early twenties, yet her presence screamed eternity.

Blood-red hair flowed down her back like liquid flame, moving even though there was no wind, tendrils coiling like living serpents. Her eyes were the same shade—deep crimson, glowing faintly as if something ancient burned within them, depths swirling with hunger.

Her skin was flawless and pale, almost luminous beneath the reddened sky, untouched by the grime below. She wore sleek black armor that clung to her form, elegant yet deadly, with faint scarlet patterns etched along the edges like veins of blood, pulsing subtly.

The moment she appeared—

Every Fallen Angel dropped to their knees, movements synchronized.

Wings folded tightly against their backs.

Heads pressed to the ground, not daring to rise.

It was not fear alone.

It was reverence, bone-deep and instinctive.

As if her very existence demanded submission, bending wills like reeds.

The pressure radiating from her body was suffocating.

Cold.

Unforgiving, squeezing lungs and hearts.

Several lower-ranked Fallen Angels trembled violently, knees grinding into dirt. One nearly fainted, vision blurring, barely managing to remain conscious under her presence, gasping for air.

Her crimson eyes swept across the ruined village, slow and appraising.

Disappointment flickered within them, a shadow passing over flames.

Then—

She vanished, leaving only a ripple of displaced air.

And reappeared directly in front of them.

The air didn’t ripple.

There was no sound, no warning hum.

One moment she was in the sky.

The next—

She stood before them, boots touching earth without a stir.

Even the disciplined ranks instinctively took a step back, boots scraping involuntarily.

As if their lives depended on it, survival instincts overriding orders.

Corvin stepped forward slowly, keeping his head lowered, gaze fixed on her boots.

In a low, controlled voice, he spoke, each word measured.

"Lady Victoria, we have completed our assigned task just as you ordered. None of these rebellious swines are left alive."

Her gaze shifted to him.

Just that.

Nothing more.

Yet a violent shiver ran down Corvin’s spine, cold sweat breaking anew. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

Her voice finally emerged.

Cold.

Sharp, like ice cracking underfoot.

"Belial will not be happy to hear that you have done such a sloppy job."

Corvin’s breath hitched, chest seizing.

’None among the Fallen would dare call the Supreme Commander by name... but her.’

’I can see the reason why.’ The thought flashed through his mind, unbidden.

He swallowed hard and forced himself to speak, voice steadying by will alone.

"Forgive me, my lady... what do you mean by a sloppy job? We have completed our task. As you can see, there is not a single being left alive."

Victoria looked directly into his eyes, pinning him like a specimen.

"Then tell me," she said softly, tone deceptively gentle, "what is this?"

She flicked her fingers upward, motion casual as brushing dust.

Every building.

Every house.

Every structure—

Dissolved into nothingness.

Not shattered into debris.

Not burned to ash.

Erased, atoms unraveling in silent void.

The Fallen Angels gasped in shock, murmurs rippling through ranks.

And there—

Where one of the houses had once stood—

A small girl sat beside two corpses.

Her mother.

Her father.

She stared blankly at nothing, dress stained with their blood.

Her eyes were hollow.

Not crying.

Not screaming.

As if she had already lost everything.

As if even grief had abandoned her, leaving only a shell.

Corvin felt his throat go dry, mouth tasting of ash.

He slowly turned his head toward the two Fallen Angels who had given the earlier report, their deception clear.

They were pale.

Frozen in place.

Sweat pouring down their temples, pooling in their collars.

Corvin immediately dropped to one knee, armor clanking.

"It is not my fault, my lady!" he said quickly, panic creeping into his voice despite his efforts. "These two assured me that all targets were eliminated!"

He pointed toward them, finger accusing.

"They reported no survivors!"

The two Fallen Angels trembled violently, lips moving soundlessly.

Before they could speak—

A twisted smile spread across Victoria’s face, slow and predatory.

"You disobeyed orders."

Her eyes glowed brighter, crimson flaring like ignited blood.

"There will be consequences."

Her tongue slowly traced across her lips, deliberate and savoring.

"It is time for me to eat."

And then—

It began.

One by one—

Heads were severed.

Cleanly.

Silently.

No blade could be seen, no swing detected.

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