The Extra Who Shouldn't Exist novel Chapter 163

Chapter 163: Chapter 163 : Ethan’s plan the last hope(1)

In the depths of the forest—within a twisted, suffocating dimension—Aaron Snyde stood like an unmoving monolith.

This realm was his creation, a sealed space woven for one purpose: to ensure his disciples completed their task—kidnapping the Hero.

The cult had long since decided that the hero’s blood, now awakened, had become the single most valuable resource imaginable for their research. For Aaron, successfully delivering it would mean not only unimaginable prestige but also a higher position within the cult’s hierarchy.

And so, he had prepared everything.

A fleet brimming with Advance-rank soldiers. An entire squadron of Expert-ranks. Three of the most powerful Master-ranks under their banner. And as the finishing blade, his own disciples—Veyra and Veyron—monsters so talented that the cult had granted them the privilege of signing contracts with the Outer Gods themselves, becoming Avatars.

By all accounts, their victory had been inevitable.

So when Aaron laid eyes on Veyra and Veyron now—half-naked, broken, and lying in the dirt—his mind stalled in disbelief.

’Impossible... They were chosen precisely to counter the hero’s bloodline abilities. Against Ethan, they should have struggled a little bit but won eventually.’

He had avoided direct intervention, aware that the moment he acted, the monsters within the Avaloria Empire would notice. But now...

Worse still, his meticulous plan had seemed flawless. When he teleported Ethan and his companions into this dimension, he had taken more than just the hero. The Crestvale heir, Alden. The Imperial Princess, Charlotte Evans Avaloria. Seraphina Styralight, a renowned genius. Draven Storm Everforge, dwarven prince.

Each a prize in their own right. Their capture would have cemented his standing.

Yet all of that had been thrown into chaos by a silver-haired variable he had not foreseen.

Aaron’s gaze narrowed.

’That boy... dangerous. If he can surpass even the hero’s strength, he’s a threat beyond calculation. It’s a good thing I killed him in one blow.’

The punch Aaron had delivered had been at full force. A Grandmaster’s blow against an Expert-rank—survival should have been impossible. In his mind, the boy was already dead.

But as Aaron’s eyes swept the carnage—severed heads, desiccated skeletons—an involuntary chill crawled up his spine. His fists clenched, the air around him distorting as his suppressed killing intent began to leak out.

Ethan and the others groaned faintly from where they lay face-down, Aaron’s aura pressing on them like an ocean’s weight, threatening to crush them into the earth.

He had been watching—always watching—from the moment this dimension was created. Confident in his disciples, he had allowed events to unfold. Now, he realized it was a mistake.

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Veyron, still sprawled in the dirt, looked up with tearful relief.

"Master! You’re here!"

Veyra, half-naked and with a gaping wound in her chest, did not speak. But even in her ruin, a faint smile curved her lips—like a predator seeing the tide of the hunt shift in their favor.

Aaron’s eyes hardened. In an instant, he produced two crystal vials—Advance-rank healing potions, each worth millions—and pressed them into their hands. He also tossed them fresh garments.

"Drink."

The liquid glowed faintly as it slid down their throats. Within moments, torn flesh knit back together, Veyra’s chest wound sealing as if it had never been there. Veyron’s severed limbs regenerated in seconds, fingers flexing as if they had never been lost.

Veyron smirked, strength flooding his frame again. Now, with their master here, victory felt inevitable. Yet the memory of humiliation still burned in his mind. His eyes roamed the battlefield, hunting for the silver-haired devil who had disgraced him.

"Where is that bastard? I want him to act cocky now."

Aaron said with an expressionless face, "Don’t worry. I took care of him."

At that, Veyron’s face lit up and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Spotting Ethan, Alden, Charlotte, and the others pinned under Aaron’s crushing aura, he strode toward them.

Reaching the hero, he drove his boot into Ethan’s head.

"Where is that savior of yours now? Ah, right—he just died, didn’t he?"

Then he began laughing frantically.

But Ethan’s eyes weren’t even on him.

In Ethan’s mind, his voice was tight with urgency.

’Tiamat, how much longer will it take? We can’t win against him—he’s at least Grandmaster-rank.’

The ancient dragon god’s voice rumbled through his thoughts, heavy with strain.

"[My heir... as a god, influencing the lower world directly is no easy matter. Restrictions delay the teleportation you requested. It will take a few more minutes.]"

Ethan’s pulse quickened. ’That’s too long.’

"[And there’s another problem,]" Tiamat added grimly. "[When the process begins, you must keep the scar-faced man occupied. This is his dimension. He can halt the teleportation at will if left unchallenged.]"

Ethan’s stomach sank. ’That’s impossible... Alex was killed off in one punch. None of us can hold him off.’

Aaron took a step forward, his shadow stretching over them.

"Because of you, I’ve suffered massive losses. You’ll all pay with your blood."

Veyron removed his foot from Ethan’s head as Aaron closed the distance, his large hand snapping out to grip Ethan by the neck.

Lifting him effortlessly, Aaron’s voice was low and cold.

"If you had come quietly, I wouldn’t have gone through all this trouble. Now... you’ll watch every one of them die before your eyes."

His gaze cut toward his disciples.

"Veyra. Veyron. Kill the survivors—except the princess and the noble heirs."

Veyron’s lips curled.

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