The Extra's Supremacy

Chris had little experience. He had been invited to the Ascender Academy, set to begin in a month, but he couldn't shake the feeling that his lack of training would make him a burden. He wanted to be strong, to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with the Reaper and fight the wyvern terrorizing Kythera.

But deep down, he knew even the Reaper couldn't save the city. The odds were simply too great. Kythera, his hometown, was already on the brink of destruction, and no one, not even the Reaper, could stop it.

Still, Chris couldn't bring himself to accept that hopelessness. He knew he was making excuses, but he hated the idea of standing by and doing nothing. A burning resolve took root within him. 'I'll help the Reaper. Even if I'm not strong enough, I'll fight. I'll do whatever it takes'.

But just as he resolved to act, a dreadful sensation crawled up his spine. He looked up to the sky, and his heart sank. From the rifts in reality, not one or two, but six terror-ranked creatures began to emerge, their monstrous forms barely held in check by the fabric of existence.

Each one was at least five times stronger than the wyvern. That was only the beginning. More than a hundred thousand defiled creatures—twisted, chaos-driven monsters—flooded into the city. Over 700 corrupted-ranked beasts joined the rampage, sending waves of destruction across the streets.

Chris felt the weight of it all. This wasn't a battle that could be won. No one could fight against that many creatures. Not even the Reaper. But before he could make sense of what he was witnessing, something else caught his attention.

A violent collision erupted just 20 meters away, sending debris flying. Chris rushed toward the source, heart pounding. He found the Reaper, half-buried in the wreckage, unconscious, his body battered and broken.

Turning his gaze toward the source of the destruction, Chris saw the wyvern—a creature that had been terrorizing the city—struggling to stay airborne. Its wings, severely injured by the Reaper in their earlier battle, made it clear that the wyvern was weakened.

But more importantly, it seemed to sense the danger posed by the terror-ranked creatures emerging from the rifts. With its attention now shifting to the threat, it was clear that it had become just another part of the chaotic destruction consuming Kythera.

The Reaper was not actually unconscious, but his body refused to respond. His mind raced with frustration. He had wanted to leave, to find Elara and Lily, and get them out of Kythera before the city was destroyed. But he couldn't move. His body, battered and broken, felt like it was made of stone, and his once-powerful form was now a prisoner of its own weakness.

'Fuck this stupid mission. Fuck that wyvern. Fuck… fuck…' His mind spiraled into curses, railing against the fate that had brought him to this point. The Reaper had been ready to end it all, to leave the chaos behind and protect the ones he cared for. But now, it was all slipping through his fingers.

In the distance, the wyvern, struggling to stay airborne, was suddenly interrupted. A beam of energy, pulsing with raw terror, struck the wyvern squarely in the chest. The impact sent the 10-meter-long beast crashing to the ground, sending a shockwave through the ruins. The wyvern lay motionless, broken by the force of the strike, as it now faced an even greater threat.

Before it stood a towering figure—30 meters tall—a humanoid terror-ranked creature, its presence exuding an unsettling, malevolent energy. The creature's glowing eyes fixated on the wyvern, and in one swift motion, it reached down, gripping the wyvern in its massive hands. With terrifying strength, it hurled the beast through the air like a ragdoll, sending it crashing into multiple buildings in a series of violent collisions.

The wyvern, once a symbol of fear and destruction, now lay crumpled and defeated, finally giving in to the overwhelming terror it had once instilled in others.

Chris hurriedly moved to the Reaper, his hands digging through the rubble to remove the stones pinning him down. With a grunt, he helped the Reaper to his feet, but the Reaper was seething with anger. His thoughts raced uncontrollably—toward Elara and Lily.

'Are they okay? Has something happened to them? Can I save them? No... I had to save them,' he resolved, determination flooding him despite his broken body. But as the Reaper tried to push through the haze of fear and anger, something else happened. He felt it—a surge of unknown energy stirring within him, wrapping around his body.

It was his second attribute. The one he had only used once, at great cost. After the brutal aftereffects, he had lost control over it, unable to use it at will. But now, it was returning, coursing through him once more.

A white glow began to surround him, flickering with raw power. Chris, still stunned by the sudden development, watched in awe. The air seemed to crackle as the energy built, filling the area with a heavy, oppressive force. Even the terror-ranked creature, sensing the change, turned its attention toward the Reaper.

Chris shivered as the creature's predatory gaze locked onto them. Panic rose in his chest, but the Reaper remained unfazed. Slowly, he raised his sword, the white energy gathering on blade. As the energy condensed, it slowly began to glow with a brilliant golden hue. The Reaper's focus never wavered, and the creature's instincts screamed at it to retreat.

But the Reaper acted first. With a steady, powerful slash, he spoke the words, "Go to hell."

The golden slash cut through the air like a blade of light, carving through the terror-ranked creature's massive frame. The creature let out a blood-curdling scream before it was disintegrated in an instant.

But the slash didn't stop there. It continued, cutting through the battlefield, clearing a path of destruction as it went. The wave of golden energy sliced through hundreds of defiled and corrupted creatures in its path, relentless and unstoppable, before finally coming to a halt 200 meters away.

The Reaper's body sagged, drained from the immense power he had just unleashed. He stumbled, unable to stay on his feet, and Chris caught him just before he hit the ground.

Chris's eyes widened in amazement as he looked at the Reaper. The sheer magnitude of the attack, the force that had cut through the terror-ranked creature as if it were nothing, was beyond anything he could have imagined. In that moment, he saw not just a powerful warrior, but something far more—something that gave him hope.