The Extra Who Shouldn't Exist novel Chapter 188

Chapter 188: Chapter 188 : We found him

The capital city of Imperius, proud crown of the human empire, had come to life once more after the attack six months ago.

Merchants and nobles crossed the marble-paved streets, soldiers patrolled in gleaming armor, and scholars moved between ancient towers of knowledge.

Yet today, all that grandeur bent under the shadow of something far more dangerous—a new rift opening.

In front of the Imperius National Museum, a place that preserved relics of forgotten civilizations, reality itself twisted.

A rift had appeared—its edges jagged and unstable, glowing like a wound in the sky. The air vibrated with mana, and faint growls echoed from within.

The rift was still in its early stage, but already low-ranked monsters—gnarled shadow wolves and horned mantises—were crawling out, hissing as they hit the streets.

The authorities had sealed off the area, erecting mana-barriers, but the real action was left to the guilds.

Word had already spread: this rift was measured at S-rank.

And that meant riches.

Every guild knew that S-rank rifts weren’t just breeding grounds of monsters—they were treasure troves.

Mana stones littered the caves, monster carcasses could be harvested for alchemical materials, and their skill cores—if extracted—could grant hunters new abilities. High-ranked ones could even sell for billions at auction.

Some dungeons even held mana stone mines, veins of pure energy that could make a guild wealthy for generations.

If a guild was clever enough to capture the dungeon’s "keeper monster" alive, they could farm mana stones endlessly.

So, fights over rift ownership were inevitable. Clashes between guilds over dungeon rights were a common occurrence.

And against the top ten guilds, the small fry had no chance.

The first to arrive were the heavyweights. The top three guilds of the empire had gathered in front of the museum.

Their members in battle-suits stood like armies, their insignias glowing proudly.

The first-ranked guild: Radiant Blades.

The second-ranked guild: Black Phoenix.

The third-ranked guild: Crimson Guard.

But then, a new guild entered the stage.

The Shadow Legion Guild.

Once a laughingstock known only for its medical facilities, it had risen faster than any guild in history.

Now, with their infamous—or perhaps famous—vice-guild master, Lucifer Morningstar, and his terrifying growth along with the guild, Shadow Legion had broken into the top ten rankings.

Five of their rising stars arrived: Tyrion, Dayne, Jaime, Tory, and Jade. Each was dressed in the black-and-violet battle uniforms of the Shadow Legion, the insignia of a shadowed lion gleaming on their chests. Their presence alone drew stares.

At the museum’s entrance, Tyrion stretched lazily, smirking.

"Damn, it looks like a supermarket. Everyone’s here to buy their favorite monster dish."

Tory chuckled.

"Well, you got me there."

Dayne frowned, glancing at the hostile atmosphere ahead.

"So... do we wait for the Captain to arrive?"

At once, the others froze. A shudder went through them.

Jaime muttered nervously, "Are you insane? If he shows up and finds us standing around like idiots, who knows what kind of torture he’ll put us through this time!"

The others quickly nodded in agreement.

"Right, right. Let’s handle this ourselves. If it gets out of hand, then we’ll call him."

They marched straight to the entrance, and immediately every gaze turned to them. The atmosphere shifted, heavy with hostility.

The leaders of the top three guilds stood before them.

Danny Frey, Guild Master of the Radiant Blades, Rank 1. A towering man with short golden hair, clad in shining silver-white armor engraved with the insignia of two crossed blades. A colossal hammer strapped across his back radiated pure destructive power.

Natly Collen, Commander of the Black Phoenix, Rank 2. A sharp-eyed woman with long raven hair tied back, her sleek crimson-black battle suit embroidered with a phoenix insignia. A sleek ebony bow rested in her hand, its string glowing faintly with fire-imbued mana.

Tommen Zebron, Captain of the Crimson Guard, Rank 3. His armor was blood-red, jagged, and heavy, the insignia of a giant wolf’s head across his chest. A brutal double-bladed axe rested on his shoulder, his face twisted into a mocking grin.

Danny stepped forward first, pointing his hammer at them.

"Well, well. What do we have here? Even ants think they can walk with giants just because they’ve grown wings?"

Laughter erupted from all directions, guild members sneering.

Tommen smirked, stepping closer, his massive shadow towering over Tyrion and the others.

"Get lost. This is no place for some washed-up guild that only got a little lucky. Only top guilds raid S-rank dungeons. Know your place before you embarrass yourselves."

But Tyrion just smirked.

"Looks like you guys aren’t up to date with the news."

He tilted his head, voice sharp.

"Check the new rankings. Shadow Legion has taken the 10th spot from Red Scorpion Guild. Which means we do have the right to be here."

The mocking laughter froze into murmurs.

Danny’s eyes narrowed dangerously. He jabbed a finger into Tyrion’s chest, shoving him back.

"If I say you’re unworthy ants, then you are. Crawl back with your tails between your legs, and don’t ever show your faces before me again... or I’ll break all your limbs."

Just as he moved to shove him again, Jaime’s hand shot up, catching his wrist.

Blue aura surged violently around Jaime, pressing down on the surroundings. The ground cracked under the sudden pressure.

Jaime’s eyes glowed coldly.

"And what if I don’t?"

The atmosphere ignited with tension. Murmurs turned to jeers as the guilds broke into taunting laughter.

"These guys think they’re big shots now?"

"Hahaha, ants roaring at lions."

"Someone teach these rookies their place!"

Danny ripped his arm free of Jaime’s grip, stepping closer, his own golden aura flaring out like fire.

"You serious?"

Jaime’s gaze didn’t waver. His voice was calm, deadly.

"Does it look like I’m joking?"

The mana between them thickened, cracking the pavement beneath their feet. Weapons hummed, guild members drew closer.

And just before their clash could erupt—

The tension around the museum square thickened, every guild member gripping their weapons as if the wrong word would spark a massacre.

Tommen sneered, hefting his axe.

"You lot are getting a bit too bold recently. Just because of that... what was his name again? Ah yes—Lucifer... Lucifer Morningstar. What was he called again... the... the—"

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