The Extra Who Shouldn't Exist novel Chapter 256

Chapter 256: Chapter 256 : Who’s incharge

Azrael opened his eyes slowly, blinking against the dim, foggy light that filtered into the dark space around him.

’Where the hell... am I?’

His head throbbed. The air was thick and damp. Cracked stone walls surrounded him on all sides, coated with moss and old runes barely visible through the grime.

A single torch flickered on the far wall, casting a haunting glow across the rusted metal bars that sealed the only exit. Chains clinked in the distance, and the faint scent of dried blood and old metal filled the room.

Azrael clutched his forehead as he staggered to his feet.

’These damned humans... They dare imprison me?! I’ll kill them all!’

He raised his hand to gather his demonic energy—only to feel nothing.

’...What?’

Again, he tried. Again, nothing.

’What the hell is going on?!’

Just then, a familiar voice echoed through the cell.

"So you’re awake, you corpse-like bastard."

Azrael’s ears perked up as he turned toward the voice. His eyes widened slightly.

On the floor near the opposite corner of the cell, a young man sat casually—silver hair like moonlight, glowing with a soft sheen in the torchlight.

His blue eyes sparkled like twin stars in a night sky, calm yet razor-sharp. Even while sitting, the aura around him radiated quiet confidence.

Alex stood up slowly, brushing dust from his clothes and staring directly at Azrael.

’Damn... I have to admit—this human is unfairly good-looking.’

Azrael clicked his tongue.

’If those bastard dukes hadn’t tortured me—scarring my body and my soul—I bet I would’ve been more handsome than him.’

He looked again at Alex’s flawless face, remembering the glimpse of his own future self.

’...Probably.’

Alex stepped forward, folding his arms.

"So you survived, huh? Bad luck for me, I guess."

Azrael’s brow twitched.

"What the hell do you mean by that?! What happened? Where are we? And why are we here, contractor?"

A vein popped on Alex’s forehead.

"Why do you think? I tried to summon a spirit strong as an angel, and instead I got a demon."

He looked around and gave a sarcastic smile.

"And now the king and his people are throwing a grand celebration for my accomplishments. So... what do you think of the venue I booked for your welcoming party?"

Azrael glanced around the decrepit cell, dryly muttering,

"Well, I have to say... you’re broke as hell if you booked this dump for a party."

Alex paused.

’Did... he just call me poor?’

Before he could explode, Azrael smirked.

"Relax, I’m just kidding."

Then, his face turned serious.

"So... what’s going to happen to us?"

Alex sighed.

"Well, they’re waiting for the current Saintess and the Pope to arrive. You’ll get blown to bits, and I’ll receive a wonderfully dramatic punishment for summoning a demon."

Azrael’s eyes widened, heart skipping a beat.

’Shit. I’m weak right now. I won’t survive an attack from a divine magic. But... why am I so weak? Where’s my powers?’

Alex saw the confusion and smirked.

"Let me guess—you’re wondering why you’re so weak, huh?"

Azrael nodded reluctantly.

Alex walked a bit closer, his expression thoughtful.

"In every world, there’s a natural balance. When someone from a mid or higher plane enters a lower one, the universe places restrictions on them—to keep their strength from surpassing that of the strongest native beings."

Azrael listened carefully.

"In this world," Alex continued, "the highest natural limit is the Monarch rank. But you... when you appeared, your strength surpassed that. So the world placed a limiter on you."

Azrael was stunned.

’No one ever told me that... I never even noticed. I spent most of my life in the demon realm, too consumed by revenge to care about rules like these.’

He looked at Alex with a serious expression.

"How did you know all this?"

Alex shrugged.

"That’s not important. What I’m curious about is... even with the restrictions, your strength should’ve dropped only to the Transcendent level. But you? You’re barely Grandmaster (Low)."

Alex tilted his head mockingly.

"I have to say... I’m extremely disappointed."

He muttered under his breath.

"And here I thought I’d have a Monarch-rank pet."

Azrael’s eye twitched.

"Did you just say something rude?"

"Nothing you need to worry about."

Alex looked him up and down.

"Seriously though—how are you this useless and weak?"

A vein throbbed on Azrael’s forehead.

"Careful, contractor. You’re just a human. Don’t push me too far."

Azrael snorted.

"Oh yeah? And your aura... what rank is that again? Weaker than a grandma’s?"

Before he could finish—

A heavy kick crashed into Azraels head, sending him flying into the stone wall with a loud thud.

Alex stood there, dusting his foot off. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

"You talk too much."

Azrael groaned, shaking his head.

’Damn... that one actually hurt.’

Alex looked at him coldly as he said.

"I don’t like taking orders from anyone. If someone here gets to give commands—it’s me."

Azrael cracked his neck.

"Then let’s settle it. Right here. Right now."

"No mana. No demonic energy. Just fists."

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