The Extra Who Shouldn't Exist novel Chapter 417

Chapter 417: Chapter 418 : Rejected

Victoria’s severed arm did not bleed.

For a single suspended second, the cut edge of her shoulder shimmered like fractured glass. Then the flesh unraveled into strands of molten gold. The dismembered arm lying across the decayed, ash-colored ground dissolved into particles of radiant light, scattering like embers caught in a silent storm.

The dead world around them groaned.

The sky was a rotting shade of violet. Cracked earth stretched endlessly, its surface brittle and flaking as if existence itself was decomposing. Black trees stood frozen mid-decay, their trunks half-crumbled into dust.

The golden fragments rose from the ground, spiraling upward. They gathered at her shoulder, compressing into a blinding sphere of energy before sinking into her flesh.

Her new arm grew out of that light.

Bone threaded itself first, white and sharp. Muscles wrapped around it in twisting strands. Skin sealed over it smoothly, flawless, untouched.

Her fingers flexed once.

The air trembled.

Her fury thickened.

For a brief moment, her eyes widened.

Because Alex was standing there. Completely intact.

Moments ago she had pressed her palm against his chest and invoked the Law of Decay. She had felt it activate. The invisible principle that governed rot, erosion, dissolution. With a touch, she could curse anyone. Their body would begin to collapse from within. Cells turning to ash. Bones hollowing. Organs dissolving until nothing remained but drifting dust.

She had erased many stronger beings with less effort.

But Alex stood there, breathing.

His body had not blackened. His skin had not cracked. There was no crumbling.

And worse—

She could feel it.

The same current.

The same cold, creeping essence of decay... emanating from him.

Her eyes narrowed slowly.

For the first time, she accepted.

The man in front of her was dangerous.

Extremely dangerous.

But was she afraid?

No.

In the distant ages of her existence, she had crushed beings worshipped as who became closer to achieving godhood and were almost invisible. She had watched the strongest of their them kneel, as their arrogance stripped away.

She lifted her chin.

"You’ll be no different."

Alex tilted his head slightly.

"Did you say something? Sorry. My hearing’s not that great. An acquaintance of mine just told me recently."

Her eye twitched.

In the next heartbeat—

Two swords materialized in her hands.

They were forged from condensed flame, but the fire burned a deep crimson, almost black at the edges. The heat distorted the decayed air around them, carving ripples through space.

And then—

She vanished.

Not moved.

Vanished.

Even Alex’s pupils narrowed beneath his mask. He couldn’t track her.

Then—

A sound split the world.

A slash tore toward his neck from nothingness.

He twisted violently, bending backward at an impossible angle. The sword skimmed across his collarbone instead of cleaving his throat.

The fabric of his outfit disintegrated instantly.

A thin red line opened across his skin.

The blade passed.

He landed and staggered back one step.

His hand reached to his neck.

It came away slightly purple.

He looked down at his hands.

The veins beneath his skin were darkening rapidly.

He coughed.

A small amount of blood spilled from behind his mask, staining the ground.

Victoria reappeared several feet away, one sword resting on her shoulder.

"What happened now?" she asked coldly. "Not able to counter it?"

Alex stared at his hands as the purple color deepened, spreading up his arms like creeping ink.

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