The Extra Who Shouldn't Exist novel Chapter 254

Chapter 254: Chapter 254 : A Father’s Regret (2)

A big smile stretched across Alex’s face as Azrael uttered those words.

He turned away from the demon and walked toward Rick, his expression turning solemn.

"Master," Alex said, his voice low and serious. "Is that truly your greatest desire?"

Rick, still kneeling, looked up at Alex with tear-filled eyes.

"It’s everything I ever wanted in this world," he whispered. "I have no one to call my own now. My wife has also... she passed away three months ago."

His voice cracked.

"I’m just... a hollow shell now. Living without direction. I spent most of my life researching runes—at first, it was passion. But then... I gave it more attention than my family. When Cristina died, I dove deeper into research.

As had someone told me that through certain runes, I could summon a high ranking demon that could bring her back."

He clenched his fists.

"And now... my wife is gone too. I made the same mistake twice."

Alex listened quietly, his gaze unmoving.

"My only purpose now was to sacrifice myself to revive my daughter... but even that’s impossible. So tell me, Alex... what should I live for?"

Alex sighed and rubbed the back of his head.

"Alright, alright, old man..."

Then, his voice sharpened with resolve.

"Fine. I’ll help you. But you better be ready to sacrifice everything."

Rick nodded without hesitation.

"Everything. Even my soul."

Alex smiled softly.

"As repayment for everything you’ve done for me up until now... let me do you this one favor."

He gently reached his hand toward Rick’s head.

’Partner, extract and copy all memories he has of his daughter and wife.’

[ On it, Host. Beginning memory scan... ]

Rick’s body jerked slightly as a sharp pain surged through his mind. His eyes rolled back and he collapsed into unconsciousness.

Alex caught him before he hit the ground and slowly laid him down.

’How much Cosmic Essence have we recovered so far?’

[ Host, approximately 20%. What are you planning to do? ]

Alex knelt beside Rick’s unconscious form, his voice calm but firm.

’Use all of it to place his body into eternal sleep. Can you do that?’

[ Affirmative. With 20% cosmic essence, we can envelop him in a stasis dream. Using extracted memories, I’ll construct a full-sensory illusion and sustain it within a dream dimension where time moves slower. He’ll live out a full lifetime with his wife and daughter—mentally, emotionally, and spiritually—until his natural life ends. ]

Alex nodded slowly.

’Good. Now take the memories of Cristina and his wife, and construct their personalities. Create a peaceful illusion... give him the life he always longed for.’

[ Executing... ]

There was a pause.

[ Host... ]

Alex replied without hesitation.

"Yeah?"

[ You’re a really... good man. ]

Alex smirked.

’Of course I am. Don’t you see the greatness pouring out of me every second?’

[ Shut the hell up you bastard now i regret pouring my heart to you.

Just let me do my work peacefully. ]

Alex chuckled.

Moments later, a warm smile appeared on Rick’s sleeping face.

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[ Illusionary dimension]

Rick blinked, confused.

He was standing in enterance hall of his mansion.

The walls were pristine, polished. The scent of warm food filled the air.

’What... is this?’

He turned toward the mirror in the and froze.

His reflection showed a man in his early thirties—youthful, healthy, strong. His gray hair was now chestnut brown. No wrinkles, no fatigue.

"This... can’t be real."

Then he heard it.

Laughter.

Joyful. Familiar.

It was coming from the dining room.

Heart pounding, Rick sprinted toward the sound. As he neared the room, tears began to blur his vision.

There they were.

Cristina. His daughter. Bright eyes, long auburn hair, her face full of life as she laughed at something on the table.

And beside her—his wife. Alive. Smiling.

They were eating dinner peacefully.

Cristina looked up, confused.

"Father? What’s wrong? Why are you crying?"

His wife walked toward him, a worried expression on her face.

"Darling... are you alright?"

Rick choked on his words, wiping his eyes with his sleeve.

"It’s nothing... nothing at all."

He pulled them both into a tight embrace, as if afraid they’d vanish.

After a while, he finally let go, sitting at the dinner table with them as they talked and laughed. The warmth, the peace—it was everything he had ever wanted.

’This... is the life I always dreamed of,’ he thought. ’Why did I ever waste it chasing runes? From now on... I’ll focus on what truly matters.’

Cristina leaned toward him shyly.

"Father..."

"Yes?" Rick said, smiling.

"I have something to tell you."

Rick blinked.

"Is it something serious?"

Cristina nodded.

"There’s someone I like."

Rick froze for a moment. Then he smiled softly.

"Alright. Bring him here tomorrow. I’ll decide if he’s worthy of you."

Cristina beamed and hugged him.

"You’re the best! You won’t regret meeting him!"

"Yeah, yeah. But don’t expect me to approve immediately," Rick said, laughing.

Cristina pouted adorably.

Then suddenly—

A servant came saying "Sir someone has come to meet you."

It was night.

Rick stood up.

"Saying who could it be at this moment."

He walked to the front door of the mansion.

What he saw made his breath catch in his throat.

Standing before him was a silver-haired young man with bright blue eyes and a smug smile.

Alex.

Hands in his pockets.

"Yo, Professor," he said. "How’s life treating you in here?"

Rick immediately recognized Alex standing at the doorway.

Tears welled in his eyes again—this time not out of grief, but gratitude.

He rushed forward and wrapped his arms tightly around Alex.

"Thank you, my boy... thank you," Rick whispered, voice cracking. "You just gave me the greatest gift I could ever imagine."

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