The Extra Who Shouldn't Exist novel Chapter 330

Chapter 330: Chapter 230 : Rescue (1)

The moment Aeliana heard Marcus’s words, her stomach twisted.

She stared at him, disgust clear in her eyes.

"You’ve gone insane, Marcus," she said quietly. "Have you completely lost your humanity? To try and experiment with something like that on normal people..."

Her fingers tightened around the chains.

"I don’t believe you’re doing this just for power. What is your end goal in all this?"

Marcus fell silent.

For several seconds, he didn’t speak at all. His gaze drifted away from her, as if he were staring at something only he could see.

When he finally spoke, his voice was low.

"In life, I’ve learned that only if you have power do you truly control your fate."

He raised his eyes to meet Aeliana’s.

"Then what about those hypocritical gods," he continued, "who give you hope... only to shatter it?"

Aeliana frowned.

"What hope?"

"Hope that you will be able to meet your loved ones again," Marcus said. "Hope that no one will ever be able to take anything from you again. Hope that you’ll be able to change your fate."

His lips curled into a bitter smile.

"You could say I was once just like everyone else," he went on. "Hungry for revenge, desperate for a miracle. I joined the cult because they gave me that hope. They said if I did well, if I served faithfully, they would fulfil my wish."

"They," Aeliana repeated softly. "Who are ’they’?"

Marcus’s eyes sharpened.

"Have you ever heard of the Outer Gods?" he asked.

Aeliana’s brows furrowed further. She shook her head slightly.

Seeing that, Marcus gave a short laugh.

"So you haven’t. It doesn’t matter," he said. "If they don’t fulfil my wish, I’ll force them to. Becoming powerful is the only method left."

His voice hardened.

"And I will do anything to become the strongest," he said. "Strong enough that even the Outers won’t be able to ignore me."

Before Aeliana could respond, a deep rumble echoed through the cell.

Powerful shockwaves rippled through the base. Dust fell from the ceiling; the walls vibrated with each impact. Somewhere distant, alarms flared louder, and the unmistakable sound of a battle swelled through the structure.

Marcus looked up briefly, then smiled coldly.

"Looks like he’s here," he said.

He turned his gaze back to Aeliana.

"I’ve said enough."

He placed the vial of red serum on the ground just inside the bars, where Aeliana could easily reach it if she wished.

"You have five minutes," Marcus said. "Drink this and go fight that monster kid."

His eyes glinted.

"If you don’t... I’m sure your daughter will, for you."

Aeliana stared at the vial, her jaw clenched.

After a long moment, she lifted her head.

"Fine," she said softly. "But first... let me see my daughter one last time."

Marcus studied her face, then shrugged.

"Alright," he replied. "It’s not a big deal. Just wait here for a while."

He turned and walked away, the door creaking shut behind him.

Left alone in the dim cell, Aeliana kept her eyes fixed on the glowing red serum in front of her.

Her thoughts churned.

’Elaria...’

The vial sat between her and the door like a quiet ultimatum.

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Meanwhile...

High above, on the fortress atop the colossal tree, Alex twisted his body to the side as a torrent of dragon fire roared past him, lighting up the sky in a blazing arc. The heat washed over him, scorching the stone where he had stood a heartbeat before.

The massive dragon in front of him snapped its jaws, spraying flame again, but Alex slid out of the path with effortless steps, his coat whipping in the heated wind.

In the same moment, the brown‑haired dragon‑kin and the green‑haired woman—Kyra—moved.

They were still in their partial dragon‑kin forms: scales rippling across their skin, horns jutting from their heads, tails slashing through the air for balance. In a blur, they closed the distance to Alex.

A kick shot toward his abdomen, fast and heavy. At the same time, a punch came for his face, claws glinting.

Alex’s arms moved almost lazily.

He caught the kick with one hand and the punch with the other, stopping both attacks cold. The ground beneath his feet cracked from the redirected force, but his expression barely changed.

"Too slow," he said.

He countered in an instant—driving his knee into the brown‑haired man’s chest and slamming an elbow into Kyra’s ribs before spinning and kicking them both away. Their bodies flew back, crashing into the fortified platform and leaving cracks in the stone. Blood spilled from the corner of their mouths.

The brown‑haired dragon‑kin wiped the blood with the back of his hand, then laughed.

"Wow, you’re strong," he said. "And we dragon‑kins always respect the strong."

His smile turned sharp.

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