The Extra Who Shouldn't Exist novel Chapter 403

Chapter 403: Chapter 404 : Real Life Super Heroes In Live Action

Alex followed the trail of destruction calmly.

Each step brought him closer to the source of the explosions. The air trembled faintly with distant impacts. Smoke drifted across shattered rooftops. Broken glass crunched under his boots.

Another explosion echoed.

Closer.

He slowed down.

Then—

He suppressed his presence.

Completely.

His aura flattened.

His energy signature vanished.

His breathing, heartbeat, even the faint ripple of his soul grew silent.

To any high-level being—

He was nothing.

Just another civilian walking through ruins.

He shoved his hands into his pockets and casually walked down the cracked street.

Buildings leaned dangerously to one side. Flames licked through broken windows. The scent of ash mixed with iron.

Soon—

He reached the plaza where the explosions were coming from.

And stopped.

In the center of the destroyed square—

Four figures were fighting three Fallen Angels.

Alex’s eyes lit up.

The four wore brightly colored combat suits.

One in red.

One in blue.

One in yellow.

One in pink.

Their armor shimmered with high-grade artifact energy. Lines of glowing circuitry ran across their suits, pulsing as skills activated. Each wore a sleek helmet with a dark visor concealing their identity.

They moved in coordination.

The one in red wielded a blazing spear that extended and contracted with bursts of fire. Every thrust left spirals of flame behind.

Blue moved swiftly, twin energy blades flashing in synchronized arcs. He blink-stepped between attacks, slashing with high-speed precision.

Yellow wore massive reinforced gauntlets engraved with runic arrays. Every punch sent shockwaves through the ground, cracking the stone beneath his feet.

Pink hovered slightly above the ground using a wing-shaped artifact, firing compressed beams of spiritual energy from a long rifle. She deployed barrier fields around her teammates at crucial moments.

They were trained.

Disciplined.

Red shouted commands.

"Rotate left!"

"Blue, flank!"

"Yellow, shield!"

Pink responded instantly, reinforcing Yellow’s defense as Blue dove in for a coordinated strike. Red followed with a spiraling flame thrust aimed at a Fallen Angel’s chest.

It was impressive.

High-ranked artifacts.

Advanced combat skills.

Tight teamwork.

And yet—

The three Fallen Angels were overwhelming.

Their black wings spread wide, feathers shimmering with a dark metallic sheen.

Their armor was heavier. Denser.

Their presence distorted the air itself.

One casually caught Red’s flaming spear mid-thrust.

Another swatted Blue aside with a backhand, sending him crashing through a collapsed wall.

The third pierced straight through Yellow’s shockwave as if it were mist.

They were not even serious.

They moved lazily.

Mockingly.

A flick of a blade shattered Pink’s barrier.

A single wingbeat sent dust storms spiraling across the plaza.

Alex grinned.

"Wow."

"Real-life Power Rangers."

He tore open a small spatial crack beside him.

Reached inside.

Pulled out a pack of popcorn.

He sat down on a broken chunk of marble.

Crossed one leg over the other.

And began eating.

Crunch.

He watched with pure amusement.

Suddenly—

His system’s voice echoed in his mind.

[Host, don’t you think you’re forgetting something?]

Alex tossed more popcorn into his mouth.

"What would that be?"

[From my knowledge, we are not here to enjoy ourselves.]

Alex leaned back comfortably.

"What do you think this is? My first time seeing Power Rangers in real life?"

"I’m definitely not interrupting until they defeat the bad guys."

The system paused.

[Well... you are not wrong. It is somewhat enjoyable to watch.]

Alex smirked.

"Isn’t it?"

[But as you can see, they are going to get killed at this rate.]

Alex waved dismissively.

"Don’t worry."

"A hero’s true power only awakens when he’s on the brink of death."

"They’ll win."

"I’m sure of it."

At that exact moment—

One of the Fallen Angels blurred forward.

Faster than sight.

A black arc flashed.

Blue’s head separated cleanly from his body.

It hit the ground with a dull thud.

His body collapsed a second later.

Alex’s mouth hung open.

"...."

The remaining three froze.

Shock overtook them.

Before they could recover—

They were slammed into the ground by a surge of dark pressure.

Red’s spear shattered.

Yellow’s gauntlets cracked.

Pink’s rifle sparked violently.

All three lay wounded.

Bleeding.

Unable to stand.

The Fallen Angels laughed.

"Is that all?"

"Pathetic insects."

"So colorful. So useless."

They circled them slowly.

Weapons raised.

Preparing to finish it.

[Host.]

Alex blinked.

"Yes?"

[You jinxed them.]

"I did not."

[Don’t you think we should help them now?]

Alex clicked his tongue in irritation.

"Fine."

"But I’m telling you, they were about to power up after their friend died."

"Now, because of you, they’ll lose their dramatic awakening."

One of the Fallen Angels stepped forward.

With a casual swing of his blade, he struck the wrist device on the girl in the pink suit.

The artifact shattered instantly.

Cracks of energy spread across her armor.

Then—

Her suit dissolved into fragments of fading light.

Revealing a young woman beneath.

Bruised.

Covered in dust.

Her breathing uneven.

The Fallen Angel laughed.

"You really thought this cheap technology could help you win?"

He grabbed her by the collar and lifted her slightly off the ground.

She glared at him despite the fear in her eyes.

"You will all die miserable deaths."

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