The Extra Who Shouldn't Exist novel Chapter 405

Chapter 405: Chapter 406 : From Saviours To Robbers

Clara noticed that Alex had gone unusually quiet.

She narrowed her eyes slightly. "Do you know something about this Evil Spawn?"

Alex blinked and came out of his thoughts. He shook his head.

"I just arrived here. How could I know? Even you guys, who’ve been here for quite some time, haven’t found it yet."

Clara paused, then gave a small shrug. "Well... you got me there."

James stepped forward. "Luc—" 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

He stopped midway, looking awkward. "I can call you Lucifer, right?"

Alex waved his hand casually. "Of course. Feel free to call me directly. I don’t like honorifics or titles anyway."

James smiled faintly. "Alright then. Lucifer... if you don’t mind, why don’t you come with us? You seem strong. And we can help you adjust here. You said you just arrived today."

Alex thought for a moment.

’It wouldn’t hurt to gather information from them.’

He nodded. "Okay. That works for me."

James visibly relaxed. "Alright then. But first..."

His gaze shifted toward Solen’s body, and his expression dimmed.

He looked at Clara. "Clara... if you will."

Clara swallowed and walked slowly toward Solen. Her steps were heavy.

When she knelt beside him, her composure cracked. Tears formed in her eyes. She placed a trembling hand over his chest and began chanting softly.

A gentle spell.

Warm light enveloped Solen’s body. His form slowly dissolved into tiny motes of light that rose into the sky, drifting upward like fireflies before fading into the clouds.

Clara lowered her head as tears rolled down her cheeks.

Elias turned away, biting his lip.

James clenched his jaw tightly.

They stood in silence, watching him disappear.

Alex observed quietly.

’Makes sense.’

’Better than burying him in the middle of nowhere.’

’In a world that wasn’t even his own.’

When the last mote vanished, James turned to Lucifer.

"Follow me."

Alex nodded.

They began walking.

The town around them was half-destroyed—burned houses, collapsed shops, smoke still rising from certain areas.

But what stood out more were the eyes watching them.

People hid behind broken doors and shattered windows. Children clung to their mothers.

Fear.

Hatred.

A small child suddenly ran out from behind a broken cart, picked up a rock, and threw it toward them.

"Go away! Leave our town!"

The rock bounced harmlessly near Elias’s feet. The child’s mother quickly pulled him back inside.

Alex glanced at James. "Why do the people here hate us so much?"

James sighed deeply. "Their hatred is justified. It’s not their fault."

Alex frowned. "What do you mean?"

Clara answered instead.

"A month ago, when the Tower assigned the trial and challengers began arriving, this town wasn’t in such bad condition. The Fallen Angels attacked occasionally—but not like this.

"But after we came, the attacks became more frequent. More aggressive."

Elias added quietly, "It’s as if our presence attracted them."

Clara nodded. "The town asked us for help. And we needed food, shelter, and supplies. So a contract was formed with the mayor. We would protect the town, and they would provide resources.

"But as the attacks continued, food started running out. Supplies ran thin. Fear grew.

"And then..."

She clenched her fists.

"Some challengers stopped asking. They started taking. Forcefully."

James spoke grimly. "Not every challenger who comes here is a good person. Some only care about power. They harassed townspeople, took their resources, seized mansions, and occupied land to build their own bases."

Clara gestured at the broken streets. "And this... is the result."

Alex listened quietly. No interruptions. No jokes.

Then he spoke softly.

"In pursuit of power... people themselves become monsters, huh."

Clara crossed her arms. "You’re right. Most challengers here only care about their own survival."

She glanced at the frightened townspeople. "To a lot of them, these people are like NPCs in a game. As long as they serve their purpose, no one cares if they die."

Alex nodded slowly. "Yeah. I figured as much."

He looked back at James. "So, did you guys have any luck finding the Evil Spawn?"

James, Clara, and Elias all shook their heads.

"We’ve tried everything," James said. "Tracking spells, information brokers, interrogating Fallen—but no luck."

"And not just us," Clara added. "None of the challengers have found anything either. It’s almost like it doesn’t even exist."

Alex rubbed his chin. "Is that so? Seems like it’s going to be a lot of trouble finding it."

James sighed. "Of course. And if we don’t find it, we’re going to die anyway. The Fallen will return, and they won’t stop until they find it."

Alex gave a faint smile. "Looks like I haven’t found it either."

James chuckled dryly. "Seems so."

Suddenly, Clara’s stomach growled loudly.

The sound echoed embarrassingly through the quiet street.

Her face turned beet red. "It wasn’t me!"

Everyone stared at her for a second.

Then Elias laughed.

James laughed.

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