The Extra is a Genius!?-Chapter 122: Ice Wyvern (3) [GT Bonus]

The world around Noel slowed.

The roar of the wyvern, the crack of frost, the howling wind—all faded to a distant hum. His body refused to move, every muscle numb from the impact. Blood pulsed behind his eyes.

And then—something shifted.

A familiar presence.

From the edge of his blurred vision, a figure stepped forward—silent, dark as shadow. The same presence that had guided his sword countless times before.

The shadow.

It made no sound, no breath, no words—only silence.

Step by step, it approached Revenant Fang, which lay trembling faintly beside him.

Noel’s heart pounded. He watched—helpless, frozen—as the figure reached the blade.

But then—something unexpected.

The shadow paused.

Slowly, it turned its head toward him.

And raised one hand.

A silent wave. A farewell.

Noel’s breath caught in his throat.

Before he could speak, the figure vanished—merging into the steel of Revenant Fang.

The blade shuddered—vibrating with a deep, resonant hum, as if drawing breath for the first time.

Ding!

A crisp chime echoed in Noel’s mind.

[Revenant Fang has completed fully the awakening!]

New trait: Will of the Forgotten — When fighting alone or when protecting an ally, grants a surge of latent power, increasing speed and sharpness temporarily. There will be consequences later!

A faint grin tugged at Noel’s lips.

’Good one, system. Just in time. Sometimes you’re not as stingy as you seem. I take back what I said last time.’

Another pulse.

Both traits flared to life:

Will of the Forgotten and Increases clarity under life-threatening pressure. Evolves under extreme stress.

Heat surged through his veins. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

His limbs felt lighter—clearer. Mana reserves were still low, but adrenaline and sheer will pushed the exhaustion aside.

’No time to think about the consequences now.’

Noel grabbed Revenant Fang.

The blade pulsed in his grip—alive, responsive.

Ahead, the wyvern’s throat gleamed, another Frost Beam charging.

Noel rose to his feet—boots sliding across the frost—then sprinted straight into the heart of the beam.

Frost burned across the air—an unrelenting tide of pale blue light.

Noel ran straight into it.

Revenant Fang trembled in his grip, humming with life. Mana surged through his limbs, sharpening his senses, driving his legs forward through the storm of ice.

Each step felt like dragging through a frozen sea.

The beam hit him full on—icy wind ripping at his coat, biting into his skin. He brought Revenant Fang up, blade cutting through the beam like a wedge, forcing a path where none existed.

"FOCUS!" Noel shouted over the roar, voice raw. "I’ll hold him off! Prepare something strong to finish it!"

He couldn’t hear Selene’s answer.

The wyvern’s eyes locked onto him now, throat dimming as the beam faded. It roared—deep and furious—and lunged.

Noel met it head-on.

Revenant Fang sang through the air—one strike after another, aimed at the gaps between the beast’s thick scales.

The wyvern lashed out—claws sweeping. Noel ducked low, sliding beneath the strike, blade flashing upward.

Steel scraped scale—sparks and frost flying.

Another claw came—he deflected it with the flat of the blade, pivoted to the side, and struck at the exposed joint behind the foreleg.

The wyvern bellowed, twisting violently. Snow and shards of ice scattered with every motion.

Noel pressed in—breath short, muscles burning. Every movement now drew from the last reserves of his strength. He knew it wouldn’t last.

But he didn’t care.

Right now, only one thing mattered.

Hold the line.

Give Selene time.

Selene’s fingers pressed into the frost-covered earth.

Her eyes stayed closed, lashes trembling, breath slow and shallow. The cold bit at her skin, but her mind tunneled inward—away from the battlefield, away from the sounds of claws and steel clashing behind her.

Everything focused on the spell.

All of it.

Her mana was low—so low it felt like breathing through glass—but there was enough for one last push. One final spell. She just had to gather it, contain it, refine it into something that would end this.

The air around her shifted.

The temperature dropped sharply—enough that even the ice on the ground began to crack and reform in new patterns, drawn to her.

Faint flecks of snow rose from the stone and hovered in place, circling her like white embers.

"Frostfall Requiem..." she whispered.

The name echoed inside her.

Not a spell of power—but of finality. An execution in silence.

She kept her eyes closed, fingers still against the ice, and focused on the incantation—slow, deliberate. One word at a time. One breath at a time.

Behind her, she could hear it.

Noel—grunting, shouting, striking again and again. The wyvern—screeching, thrashing, its movements slower but no less violent.

But she didn’t turn.

Didn’t flinch.

She had trained for this—over and over, alone in the Iskandar peaks where the air could freeze skin in seconds. Failing the chant meant death. Hesitation meant failure.

Her lips moved with no sound.

’Just a little more... Hold him just a little longer...’

The frost around her thickened. Her boots froze to the ground. A halo of mist began to rise from her shoulders as mana condensed into a deadly quiet storm.

Selene stayed still.

The spell was nearly ready.

Noel’s blade collided once more with the wyvern’s scales—a brutal, jarring clash that sent a shock up his arm. He staggered back a step, panting, his entire body screaming in protest. Revenant Fang was still burning in his grip, alive with energy, but his muscles were beginning to fail.

The wyvern roared, frost trailing from its jaw. One of its forelegs bled heavily now, and its movements had slowed—but its eyes still burned with primal rage. It raised its claw again, towering over Noel.

He gritted his teeth, stepped in, and drove the blade into its shoulder joint—forcing the beast to reel back with another furious screech.

That was his moment.

He leapt back—boots crunching across shattered ice—as he shouted with everything left in him:

"Now, Selene!"

A beat of silence followed.

Then—

"Frostfall Requiem!"

Selene’s voice rang out clear, sharp, and final.

The world changed.

The temperature plummeted in an instant—so violently that even the frost in the air fractured into crystalline dust. Every breath froze as it left the lungs. The air itself seemed to stop.

And then—

The storm came.

A pulse of mana surged from Selene like a heartbeat—silent, but felt by everything on the summit.

White wind exploded outward from her body, thick and dense, carrying with it a swarm of microscopic ice needles, invisible to the naked eye, yet sharper than any blade. The gust crashed into the wyvern before it could react.

The beast froze—literally.

The blast washed over its body, piercing between the scales, into the gaps in its armor, into its flesh, its joints, its core. Muscles locked. Breath stopped.

Its eyes widened.

A hollow, breathless gasp escaped its throat.

Then its body buckled.

The wyvern collapsed sideways—massive, heavy—sending a quake through the summit as it struck the stone. Frost erupted from its corpse in a ring, leaving nothing but silence behind.

Noel stood motionless, Revenant Fang still at the ready.

For a long moment, he stared at the unmoving form.

Snow fell.

Light wind passed.

No sound.

Then—

Nothing.

No chime.

No reward.

No notification.

Noel’s eye twitched slightly.

The system didn’t acknowledge Noel killing the wyvern.

’Once again, system. I take it back. You’re the biggest rat I’ve ever known.’

He let out a long, slow breath.

Revenant Fang dimmed—its glow fading gently in his hand. His strength left him all at once.

He dropped to one knee, planting the blade in the ground to keep from falling over.

Behind him, Selene was on her knees, trembling—pale, but alive.

Neither said a word.

There was no need.

The wyvern was dead.

And they were still standing.

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