The Extra Who Shouldn't Exist novel Chapter 169

Chapter 169: Chapter 169 : Coming to the rescue (3)

In the heart of Avaloria’s capital city, Imperius, the ground was slick with blood, the air thick with the coppery scent of death.

The city—once a place of commerce and laughter—was now a graveyard of power.

Dozens of Grandmaster-ranked warriors and Abyssal creatures lay scattered across the cracked marble, their lifeless eyes staring at nothing, limbs and heads severed cleanly from their bodies.

The carnage painted a silent picture of what it meant to stand against Serena von Crestvale, Selena Vega, and the famous Elric—the former commander of the Shadow Guards.

Serena stood amidst the wreckage, her white hair streaked with crimson, her silver eyes cold and calculating.

Selena, the raven-haired beauty whose aura still rippled with residual battle energy, turned toward her.

"Let me ask again—are you sure all of my students are safe and sound, Serena?" She paused, her tone dipping lower. "Except one."

Serena’s gaze softened slightly. "Yes. Calm down, Selena. All of them are alright." But then, as if a shadow passed over her memory, her lips tightened. "Except that Alex kid."

Serena continued, recalling the look on Alden’s face as he had begged Reynard to save him. "According to what Alden told us... he was on the verge of dying when they teleported out of that dimension. He was fighting a Grandmaster when it happened."

Selena exhaled slowly, her voice faint. "So chances of him being alive are almost non-existent."

Her eyes lifted toward the fractured sky, shame weighing heavy on her. ’I wasn’t even able to protect them when they needed me most... my own students at that.’

Serena read her thoughts instantly—they had been friends since their days at Zenith Academy, and no one could hide from the other’s heart. "Don’t beat yourself up for it, Selena. It’s not your fault.

"I’m sad about his death too... I had plans for him. He was a great man, one who faced even a Grandmaster to save his friends." She gave her a small, meaningful smile. "He was your student. Be proud of that."

Selena said nothing, her jaw tightening. ’Dead or not... I’ll always regret not being there for him.’

Her thoughts were shattered by a deafening crack—like glass under divine pressure—as the sky above them tore apart with a thunderous boom.

From the rift in the heavens, a single slash of pure purple energy erupted, its edge singing with divine fury. At first, it was the size of a house.

Then, with each heartbeat, it grew—expanding, stretching—until it became a titanic blade of annihilation, cutting through the air with unstoppable momentum.

The slash tore downward, obliterating anything in its path—Abyssals, structures, even the lingering miasma of the rift’s corruption—each erased as if they had never been.

It did not slow, did not waver, its killing intent absolute.

With an earth-shaking roar, the colossal strike collided with the massive Abyssal rift that had been spewing monsters without end.

The impact was cataclysmic, the sky itself trembling as shockwaves rippled across the city.

The fabric of reality screamed, space folding and twisting before a blinding flash swallowed it all.

When the light faded, the rift was... gone. Not sealed, but destroyed, as though it had been nothing more than fragile parchment beneath the weight of an immortal’s wrath.

The soldiers, adventurers, hunters, and civilians who had been fighting for their lives froze, staring upward in disbelief.

Then, one by one, many fell to their knees, tears streaking their dirt-stained faces. They prayed aloud, thanking the Goddess of Light for saving them from the endless nightmare.

Far away, Reynard, Albert, and Navia had witnessed it too.

Albert’s breath caught in his throat. "Impossible... how could this happen? Only our leader could have closed that rift... only he wields the power of a Primordial."

Reynard’s head tilted back slightly, and then—much to Albert’s confusion—he laughed. The sound was rich, full of life, and it stung Albert more than any blade could.

"You should see the look on your face," Reynard said, smirking. His gaze turned toward where the rift had been moments ago. "For once in my life... if it was a god helping us, then I’m grateful to Him."

His eyes locked back on Albert and Navia, his voice dropping into a predator’s growl.

"Now... I can take my time killing you."

He surged forward, his astral form blazing like a sun brought to earth. The clash was immediate—steel meeting steel, soul energy colliding in dazzling bursts of light and sound.

Albert’s defenses cracked with every exchange, each block sending tremors through him.

Navia darted in from the side, her attacks swift and precise, but Reynard read her movements as if they were in slow motion, parrying with contemptuous ease.

A soul-crushing blade to the ribs sent Albert staggering. A palm strike to the chest sent Navia spinning through the air, her astral form flickering. Reynard pressed forward relentlessly, a tempest of controlled violence, each strike carrying the weight to shatter mountains.

Albert coughed blood, his vision tunneling. "Navia... we have to leave!" He fumbled into his robes, pulling free a black, rune-carved artifact that pulsed with unstable energy.

Reynard closed in, sword raised for the killing blow. The artifact flared.

In a burst of radiant motes, Albert and Navia’s bodies dissolved into streams of light, vanishing from the battlefield entirely.

Reynard’s blade sliced through the empty air where their necks had been a moment ago, the lingering force cleaving a distant tower in half. His jaw tightened, but his eyes remained cold and certain. ’Run as far as you like... next time, there won’t be an escape.’

Reynard lowered his sword, the last remnants of Navia and Albert’s light fading from the air. The bastards had escaped. Again. He exhaled sharply, forcing down the irritation, and let his eyes scan the city.

The battlefield had shifted—the coordinated defense of the top guilds and their allies had finally thinned the Abyssal numbers.

Only scattered remnants of Abyssal creatures remained, most of them already falling beneath the steel and magic of the surviving warriors.

The scent of burnt flesh and scorched earth still lingered, but the tide had turned.

A smirk tugged at Reynard’s lips. He tilted his head back toward the sky. "Thanks for the assist—whoever you are. God or not." His voice was laced with rare sincerity.

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Meanwhile, far from the plaza, the one who had done that took a punch straight to the face so hard his world blurred.

"Dammit—not my face!"

His body snapped backward, feet leaving the ground, before he crashed and skidded across fractured stone, leaving a deep trench until he came to a bone-jarring stop.

Standing before him was Aaron—his expression pale, body battered and bleeding, but still radiating that suffocating presence.

Behind him, Veyra and Veyron loomed like mirrored nightmares, their cold gazes locked on Alex, the twins’ scythes reflecting the flicker of dying fires.

Alex, confused, muttered, "Thought... who is it?"

But then his gaze landed on a particular spot.

His breath hitched instantly as it drifted lower. ’That ass... how could I forget that ass?! She’s here... my guardian angel.’

With effort, he pushed himself to his knees.

"Ma’am..."

Before he could say more, the air was knocked from his lungs—not from an attack, but from the sudden warmth of arms wrapping tightly around him.

"I’m so glad you’re okay," she whispered, her voice low but trembling with genuine relief.

Alex allowed himself a faint smile, returning the hug as best as his battered body could.

’Warm...’

When he opened his eyes again, he noticed the two figures standing just behind her. One was a striking white-haired woman whose beauty carried a regal, almost ethereal quality.

The other was a stoic, broad-shouldered old man whose very presence seemed to weigh on the air.

The white-haired woman’s gaze met his, and she smiled at him in a way that made his skin crawl—not with fear, but with something deeper.

Almost... familial. As if she had just found her long-lost son.

And that single look sent a shiver down Alex’s spine.

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