The Extra Who Shouldn't Exist novel Chapter 336

Chapter 336: Chapter 336 : Divine Intervention

Blood poured from Alex’s chest, warm and metallic.

He looked down at the blade sticking out of him, then slowly turned his head.

Behind him stood a grey‑haired man with cold eyes and an unhinged smile.

Marcus Reed.

"Sorry," Marcus said lightly, as if commenting on weather. "Did I interrupt something?"

Elaria’s breath hitched. Her gaze snapped from Alex’s bleeding chest to Marcus’s face, and her expression twisted into pure, murderous anger.

Without thinking, she drew her rapier.

In a blur of motion, she vanished from Alex’s side and appeared in front of Marcus, thrusting straight for his neck.

Marcus, already anticipating it, yanked his sword free from Alex’s chest with a sickening sound and kicked Alex away.

Alex’s body flew backwards, tearing through several trees before finally crashing into the ground far away.

At the same time, Marcus raised his blade and blocked Elaria’s rapier with a sharp clang.

"Wow," Marcus said, pushing her back slightly. "A new power‑up, huh, girl? But it’s still not enough to defeat me."

He glanced toward the direction he’d kicked Alex.

"I have no feud with you," Marcus continued. "Just take your mother and leave. I don’t need you or your queen anymore. I’ll make do with the boy. When I serve his head to the King of Dragons... that’ll be more than enough."

A bow of shimmering light materialized in Elaria’s hand.

She fired immediately.

The arrow whistled past Marcus’s cheek, close enough to almost graze his head.

He clicked his tongue. "I don’t have time to deal with you."

He stepped in, faster than her eyes could follow, and slammed his foot into her stomach.

Elaria’s body smashed into the ground face‑first, the force carving a shallow crater. Her vision went black, consciousness leaving her in an instant.

Far away, Alex groaned as he tried to push himself up.

"Use... life energy... to heal it..." he muttered.

A soft, white, soothing energy wrapped around his chest. The gaping hole began to close, flesh and bone knitting together rapidly until only torn fabric remained.

The system’s voice echoed dully in his mind.

[ Host, only 2 percent of cosmic essence is left. Most of it was used repeatedly healing the queen as her body was being destroyed from the inside. We also cannot use Origin Collapse again—your body won’t withstand the strain, and it is on cooldown for the next 24 hours. ]

Alex clenched his jaw.

’Of course it is...’ he thought.

He forced himself to his feet, teeth gritted.

"So what do we do?" he whispered. "Elaria and the elven queen are still there."

[ Host, listen carefully, ] the system replied. [ Right now, we are in no condition to fight. You should focus on escaping. ]

Before Alex could answer, Marcus’s voice drifted through the shattered forest.

"Oh, you’re already healed. Good."

Marcus walked toward him casually, sword resting on his shoulder.

"I have to say," he continued, "you’re really something else. Most people would’ve died right then and there."

"Well," Alex said, straightening as much as he could, "I’m not most people."

Marcus smirked. "I can already see that."

He stopped a short distance away, eyes studying Alex like a specimen.

"To be honest, I’ve been keeping a close watch on you for a long time," he said. "Finding everything I can. Your fighting style. Your habits. Your relationships."

His smile sharpened.

"Especially how you defeated Kyle," Marcus added. "Using that strange power you just used to save the elven queen."

He paused.

"I also know you can’t use that power repeatedly," Marcus said. "You’ve already hit your limit, haven’t you?"

Alex met his gaze.

"Can’t say you’re wrong," he said. "But you’re not entirely right either."

He lowered his voice.

"Astral domain."

The world around Alex shifted.

The ruined forest peeled away like a layer of paint, replaced by a vast, star‑filled void. The ground beneath their feet turned into a smooth, dark plane reflecting distant constellations. Gravity felt... different here—lighter, sharper.

This was Alex’s domain.

His space.

Hundreds of weapons materialized in the air around Marcus—swords, spears, halberds, chains, all forged from crystallized starlight. They hovered for a second, then all at once shot toward Marcus like a deadly rain.

Marcus exhaled slowly and took his stance.

"Silent Blade, First Form: Crescent Slash."

His sword moved.

A single, clean arc of steel and mana sliced through the air.

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