The Extra is a Hero?-Chapter 269: THE KING OF THE VOID
Chapter 264: The King of the Void
The world was holding its breath.
Inside the jammed crimson barrier, Michael Wilson stood before the Void Hydra.
The beast was an abomination of reality—three serpentine heads dripping with black sludge, its body a writhing mass of mutated flesh that had once been a student.
The air around it warped, light bending and breaking as if terrified to touch the creature.
The audience, locked in the stands by the malfunctioning security protocols, watched in terrified silence. They expected a slaughter.
They expected the "No. 1 Student" to be eaten alive on live television.
But Michael Wilson just sighed.
He reached up and unbuttoned the top button of his uniform collar. He rolled his shoulders, a distinct crack echoing in the magically amplified silence.
"I guess the vacation is officially over," Michael muttered.
He looked at the Hydra. He didn’t see a monster. He saw data.
[Skill Activated: Quantum Analysis Mind]
The world desaturated. The screaming crowd, the flashing warning lights, the terrified faces of his teammates—it all faded into grey background noise. All that remained was the blue grid of the physical world and the angry, chaotic red swirl of the Hydra’s core.
Target: Void Hydra (Rank B - Mutated).
Weakness: Central Core located in the sub-thorax.
Defense: Void Shield (Absorbs magical damage).
Conclusion: Physical severance required.
Michael lowered his hand to his waist. From the pocket dimension of his Void Vault, he drew a weapon that the world had never seen.
It wasn’t a standard academy sword. It was Draken.
The blade was pitch black, a sliver of the abyss itself, with a single line of gold running down the center. As he drew it, the air in the stadium grew heavy. It wasn’t just mana pressure; it was gravity.
[Skill Activated: Aura Holder]
[Output: 100%]
"Kneel," Michael whispered.
BOOM.
A pillar of black-gold aura erupted from his body. It crashed into the crimson barrier with the force of a nuclear detonation, cracking the energy field from the inside.
The Void Hydra, a creature of pure instinct and hunger, screeched. It recoiled, its three heads hissing in confusion. For the first time in its wretched existence, the predator felt fear.
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The VIP Royal Box
King Thorgar Stoneforge III stood frozen. His hand was still raised, Mjolnir crackling with red lightning, ready to smash the barrier to save the boy. But he didn’t swing. He couldn’t.
The King’s molten amber eyes were wide, reflecting the black pillar of light rising from the arena.
"By the First Forge..." Thorgar whispered, his voice trembling. "That aura... it is heavier than mountain root."
Beside him, Queen Helmina Ironbloom had abandoned her calm demeanor. Her floral armor shifted restlessly, the metal petals closing tight against her skin in a defensive reflex.
"It is not just heavy, Thorgar," Helmina said, her voice tight. "It is old. That sword... the metal... I have never seen an alloy like that. It drinks the light."
Grandmaster Durak Hammerfall was frantic. His mechanical golden arm whirred as he tapped furiously on his tablet.
"Readings are off the chart!" Durak yelled. "The boy isn’t just matching the Hydra’s mana density. He is suppressing it! He’s suffocating a Void Beast with pure presence!"
Crown Princess Freya Stoneforge leaned over the railing, her knuckles white. The cold wind from her Frostbreaker mace swirled around her, reacting to her agitation. She watched the figure in the arena—the boy she had thought was just a clever strategist.
"He was hiding this?" Freya breathed, her heart pounding against her ribs. "This whole time? He stood in the back... he let Leon take the glory... while holding this?"
Prince Dorian, clutching his training hammer, stared with wide, worshipful eyes. "He looks like the Demon King from the comics!"
"Hush, Dorian!" Thorgar snapped, though his eyes never left Michael. "He is no Demon. Demons are chaotic. This... this is Order. Cruel, absolute Order."
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Inside the arena, the Hydra realized it was cornered. It screamed, a sound that shattered the glass in the concession stands, and lunged.
All three heads struck at once.
The Left Head spewed a torrent of corrosive acid.
The Right Head unleashed a beam of void energy.
The Center Head snapped forward with jaws wide enough to crush a tank.
Michael didn’t dodge.
He simply took a step.
[Siekie Ryoku Arts: Flash Step - Godspeed]
He vanished.
To the audience, it looked like he teleported. One moment he was standing there, the next, he was in the air, directly above the Hydra’s central neck.
Time seemed to slow. Michael hung in the air, his coat billowing around him like the wings of a crow. He held Draken with both hands, the blade pointing down.
His eyes, glowing with blue mana, locked onto the red core pulsing inside the beast’s chest.
"Begone."
He swung.
[Heroic Art: Heaven Splitter]
It wasn’t a cut. It was a erasure.
A single, vertical line of black lightning bisected the world.
It sliced through the acid.
It sliced through the void beam.
It sliced through the Hydra’s necks, its chest, and the adamantite floor beneath it.
The blade passed through the monster as if it were smoke.
Michael landed softly behind the beast, his back to it.
CLICK.
The sound of Draken being sheathed echoed through the magical amplifiers.
For a second, nothing happened. The Hydra stood frozen, its three heads still lunging, its claws dug into the stone.
Then, a thin line of golden light appeared down the center of the beast.
CRACK-BOOM!
The shockwave hit. The massive crimson barrier—the one that had jammed and trapped him—shattered into a billion shards of light. The force of the strike blew the clouds away from the sky above the stadium.
The Void Hydra didn’t fall. It disintegrated. The black sludge turned to grey ash, dissolving into the wind. The void energy was purged instantly, leaving nothing behind but the scorched earth.
And amidst the falling ash, Michael Wilson stood alone. He adjusted his glasses. He brushed a speck of dust from his shoulder.
He looked up at the VIP box. He looked directly at the pale, shaken judges.
"Match four," Michael said, his voice calm, magnified by the silence. "Arcadia wins."
For ten seconds, nobody breathed.
The fifty thousand spectators were paralyzed. They had expected a fight. They had witnessed an execution.
Then, slowly, the realization set in. The monster was dead. The student was alive. And Arcadia was the champion.
But there was no cheering. No applause. Just a heavy, terrified awe.
King Thorgar Stoneforge III slowly sat back down in his ruined chair. He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. The red cracks in Mjolnir faded.
"The No. 1 Student..." Thorgar muttered, shaking his head. "We called him a prodigy. We were wrong."
"Then what is he, husband?" Queen Helmina asked, her hand trembling as she reached for her tea.
Thorgar looked at the boy standing in the center of the crater.
"He is a Monster," Thorgar said. "A monster on a leash of his own making."
Princess Freya couldn’t take her eyes off him. The sheer power, the control, the absolute dominance... it terrified her. And yet, she felt a strange pull.
"He saved us," Freya whispered. "If that beast had breached the barrier..."
"He did not save us for charity," Grandmaster Durak grunted, finally lowering his tablet. "He saved us because we were in his way. Look at his eyes, Princess. There is no joy there. Only calculation."
Down in the arena, the Arcadia team rushed onto the field.
Arthur Pendragon was the first to reach Michael. He stopped a few feet away, looking at the ash on the ground, then at his teammate.
"Michael," Arthur said, his voice quiet. "What... what was that?"
Michael turned. His eyes were no longer glowing. He looked like a normal student again, albeit one standing in a crater.
"That was overtime," Michael said tiredly. "I hate overtime."
He walked past Arthur, heading for the tunnel.
"Let’s get the trophy and go home. I have homework."
As he disappeared into the shadows of the exit, the crowd finally found its voice. A roar started, tentative at first, then growing into a thunderous chant.
"MICHAEL! MICHAEL! MICHAEL!"
But Michael didn’t look back. The Tournament was over.
But as he touched the hilt of Draken, he felt the vibration. The real war—the one hidden in the shadows—had just begun.
(End of Stage 4)
