The Extra Who Shouldn't Exist novel Chapter 363

Chapter 363: Chapter 363 : Value of Existence

EXISTENCE VALUE

In the eyes of the universe, existence is Recongnision and Acknowledgement.

Every being is allowed to remain real only so long as their presence is acknowledged—and they do not trespass upon the one law no mortal was meant to touch.

At birth, every soul is granted a base existence value—a minimum acknowledgment that anchors them to reality.

From that very first breath, that value begins to change.

Existence gains weight through impact.

Thoughts fade quickly.

Actions do not.

Every deed—whether kind or cruel, noble or vile—etches itself into the fabric of causality. Memories form. Stories spread. Emotions attach themselves to a name.

To be remembered is to be anchored.

The more lives one touches, the more threads they weave into the world.

The more mouths that speak their name, the harder it becomes to erase them.

Love deepens existence.

Fear sharpens it.

Hatred solidifies it.

Reverence engraves it into history.

Even infamy has weight.

The universe does not judge morality.

It judges significance.

A man who lives quietly and is forgotten carries little existence value.

A tyrant cursed for centuries becomes heavy with reality.

A hero sung by children becomes heavier still.

How one lived defines their worth.

How one dies seals it.

A meaningless death thins existence.

A death that reshapes fate—through sacrifice, betrayal, or defiance—condenses it.

When a being’s story ends, their accumulated existence value determines what remains of them:

A forgotten echo.

A lingering presence.

Or a myth that refuses to die.

Yet there exists a line the universe does not forgive.

A Threshold.

The laws of reality—time, causality, death, balance—are not moral laws.

They are structural necessities limits that are placed on mortal’s so to maintain balance and prevent them from causing desturction or chaos in th universe.

But when a mortal being breaks these universal law—

Not bends it.

Not exploits it.

But violates it—

They are no longer part of the system.

They become an error.

At that moment, the universe reevaluates them.

No matter how vast their existence value once was, the universe begins to erase.

Names become harder to remember.

Records fail.

Witnesses forget or die unnaturally.

Causality resists their actions.

Probability turns hostile.

This is not punishment.

It is pruning.

The universe deems the being unnecessary—and worse, dangerous.

Their existence value plummets as reality attempts to correct itself.

If that value reaches zero—

They are not killed.

They are unwritten.

No soul.

No afterlife.

No memory.

Only a gap where something once should have been.

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Avaloria trembled.

Then—

It began to reverse.

Cracked streets pulled themselves together, fissures sealing as stone flowed backward into place. Collapsed towers rose from rubble, bricks snapping back into walls as if guided by invisible hands. Burned wood regained its color, ash reforming into beams and doors.

Roads smoothed.

Shops rebuilt.

Windows unshattered.

Markets refilled.

The empire healed itself in real time.

Rivers that had overflowed reversed course, water lifting and flowing back into shattered banks. Smoke withdrew into the sky. Fire receded into unburned air.

Then—

The impossible happened.

Bodies stirred.

Ash gathered.

Blood flowed backward into wounds.

Men, women, children—eyes fluttered open where corpses had lain moments before. Broken bones knit themselves together. Torn flesh rewound into unblemished skin.

Dragons rose from the ground.

Including those slaughtered by Alicia.

Wings reformed. Scales sealed. Hearts beat once more.

Confusion rippled through the reborn.

"...What happened?"

"Weren’t we dead?"

"Why am I alive?"

Above it all—

Zarvok stared.

His eyes widened until they nearly burst from their sockets.

"Impossible..." he whispered.

"It can’t be... it can’t be."

Across the battlefield, Alex stood unmoving.

Time roared around him like a living thing.

Message windows flooded his vision.

[ Soul Affinity: In Effect ]

Another followed immediately.

[ Warning: Value of Existence is lowering ]

Another.

[ Critical Notice: Existence value approaching dangerous threshold ]

[ If value drops below 50, the conseques will horrible host please stop right now ]

Alex did not stop.

He did not hesitate.

He ignored every warning.

Time screamed louder.

The world continued to rewind.

Lives returned.

Deaths were denied.

Fate itself was dragged backward against its will.

People and dragons alike stared in disbelief as their ruined empire restored itself before their eyes.

They watched history undo itself.

They felt death reject them.

They could not comprehend it.

Only Zarvok understood enough to feel terror.

’He isn’t just reversing events...’

’He’s defying the universe itself.’

And Alex—

Alex kept going.

Even as his existence thinned.

Even as reality began to push back.

He continued to rewrite everything.

No matter the cost.

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Meanwhile.

The tremors of Alex and Zarvok’s battle did not remain confined to Avaloria.

They spread.

Across continents.

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