The Extra Who Shouldn't Exist-Chapter 403 - 404 : Real Life Super Heroes In Live Action
Alex followed the trail of destruction calmly.
Each step brought him closer to the source of the explosions. The air trembled faintly with distant impacts. Smoke drifted across shattered rooftops. Broken glass crunched under his boots.
Another explosion echoed.
Closer.
He slowed down.
Then—
He suppressed his presence.
Completely.
His aura flattened.
His energy signature vanished.
His breathing, heartbeat, even the faint ripple of his soul grew silent.
To any high-level being—
He was nothing.
Just another civilian walking through ruins.
He shoved his hands into his pockets and casually walked down the cracked street.
Buildings leaned dangerously to one side. Flames licked through broken windows. The scent of ash mixed with iron.
Soon—
He reached the plaza where the explosions were coming from.
And stopped.
In the center of the destroyed square—
Four figures were fighting three Fallen Angels.
Alex’s eyes lit up.
The four wore brightly colored combat suits.
One in red.
One in blue.
One in yellow.
One in pink.
Their armor shimmered with high-grade artifact energy. Lines of glowing circuitry ran across their suits, pulsing as skills activated. Each wore a sleek helmet with a dark visor concealing their identity.
They moved in coordination.
The one in red wielded a blazing spear that extended and contracted with bursts of fire. Every thrust left spirals of flame behind.
Blue moved swiftly, twin energy blades flashing in synchronized arcs. He blink-stepped between attacks, slashing with high-speed precision.
Yellow wore massive reinforced gauntlets engraved with runic arrays. Every punch sent shockwaves through the ground, cracking the stone beneath his feet.
Pink hovered slightly above the ground using a wing-shaped artifact, firing compressed beams of spiritual energy from a long rifle. She deployed barrier fields around her teammates at crucial moments.
They were trained.
Disciplined.
Red shouted commands.
"Rotate left!"
"Blue, flank!"
"Yellow, shield!"
Pink responded instantly, reinforcing Yellow’s defense as Blue dove in for a coordinated strike. Red followed with a spiraling flame thrust aimed at a Fallen Angel’s chest.
It was impressive.
High-ranked artifacts.
Advanced combat skills.
Tight teamwork.
And yet—
The three Fallen Angels were overwhelming.
Their black wings spread wide, feathers shimmering with a dark metallic sheen.
Their armor was heavier. Denser.
Their presence distorted the air itself.
One casually caught Red’s flaming spear mid-thrust.
Another swatted Blue aside with a backhand, sending him crashing through a collapsed wall.
The third pierced straight through Yellow’s shockwave as if it were mist.
They were not even serious.
They moved lazily.
Mockingly.
A flick of a blade shattered Pink’s barrier.
A single wingbeat sent dust storms spiraling across the plaza.
Alex grinned.
"Wow."
"Real-life Power Rangers."
He tore open a small spatial crack beside him.
Reached inside.
Pulled out a pack of popcorn.
He sat down on a broken chunk of marble.
Crossed one leg over the other.
And began eating.
Crunch.
He watched with pure amusement.
Suddenly—
His system’s voice echoed in his mind.
[Host, don’t you think you’re forgetting something?]
Alex tossed more popcorn into his mouth.
"What would that be?"
[From my knowledge, we are not here to enjoy ourselves.]
Alex leaned back comfortably.
"What do you think this is? My first time seeing Power Rangers in real life?"
"I’m definitely not interrupting until they defeat the bad guys."
The system paused.
[Well... you are not wrong. It is somewhat enjoyable to watch.]
Alex smirked.
"Isn’t it?"
[But as you can see, they are going to get killed at this rate.]
Alex waved dismissively.
"Don’t worry."
"A hero’s true power only awakens when he’s on the brink of death."
"They’ll win."
"I’m sure of it."
At that exact moment—
One of the Fallen Angels blurred forward.
Faster than sight.
A black arc flashed.
Blue’s head separated cleanly from his body.
It hit the ground with a dull thud.
His body collapsed a second later.
Alex’s mouth hung open.
"...."
The remaining three froze.
Shock overtook them.
Before they could recover—
They were slammed into the ground by a surge of dark pressure.
Red’s spear shattered.
Yellow’s gauntlets cracked.
Pink’s rifle sparked violently.
All three lay wounded.
Bleeding.
Unable to stand.
The Fallen Angels laughed.
"Is that all?"
"Pathetic insects."
"So colorful. So useless."
They circled them slowly.
Weapons raised.
Preparing to finish it.
[Host.]
Alex blinked.
"Yes?"
[You jinxed them.]
"I did not."
[Don’t you think we should help them now?]
Alex clicked his tongue in irritation.
"Fine."
"But I’m telling you, they were about to power up after their friend died."
"Now, because of you, they’ll lose their dramatic awakening."
One of the Fallen Angels stepped forward.
With a casual swing of his blade, he struck the wrist device on the girl in the pink suit.
The artifact shattered instantly.
Cracks of energy spread across her armor.
Then—
Her suit dissolved into fragments of fading light.
Revealing a young woman beneath.
Bruised.
Covered in dust.
Her breathing uneven.
The Fallen Angel laughed.
"You really thought this cheap technology could help you win?"
He grabbed her by the collar and lifted her slightly off the ground.
She glared at him despite the fear in her eyes.
"You will all die miserable deaths."
"Just wait."
The three Fallen burst into cruel laughter.
"Still barking?"
"Even now?"
They raised their weapons.
Red and Yellow, both pinned to the ground and bleeding, shouted desperately.
"Let her go!"
"Please!"
She closed her eyes.
Her body relaxed.
Accepting it.
’So this is how it ends.’
The Fallen Angel swung his blade downward—
Thud.
Something rolled across the plaza.
The blade never landed.
The Fallen Angel’s body remained standing for half a second.
Then his headless corpse collapsed.
Silence.
The other two froze.
Their eyes widened in disbelief.
They hadn’t sensed anything.
Hadn’t seen anything.
They spun around instantly.
"Who’s there?!" 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶
From behind a pile of broken stone—
Alex stepped out.
Slowly.
Lazily.
He stretched his arms as if waking from a nap.
"Looks like you’re all about the same rank as me."
He tilted his head slightly.
"Good...That makes things easier."
The moment he finished speaking—
Both Fallen Angels dropped to their knees.
As if an invisible mountain had slammed down on them.
The air thickened.
Their wings flattened against the ground.
One of them trembled violently.
"Impossible... how could he be this strong—"
His head exploded mid-sentence.
Blood splattered across the ruined plaza.
The last Fallen Angel stared in horror.
His entire body shaking.
Alex walked forward casually.
"Now the floor is dirty."
"Tch."
Their eyes met.
The Fallen’s heart pounded loudly in his ears.
Sweat dripped from his chin.
Alex smiled gently.
"Don’t worry."
"I won’t kill you."
"You just have to do something for me."
Suddenly—
The crushing pressure vanished.
The Fallen gasped and sucked in air.
He slowly stood up.
But he didn’t move forward.
He instinctively knew—
If he took even one aggressive step—
He would die instantly.
Alex chuckled.
"You’re a smart one."
"So you’ll deliver my message, right?"
The Fallen swallowed hard.
"What... what do you want?"
"I—I was just following orders."
"Don’t kill me."
Alex waved dismissively.
"Relax."
"You were doing a good job."
"I commend you."
"But listen carefully."
"Go and spread the word among all the Fallen."
"So that it reaches a woman named Victoria."
The Fallen’s entire body turned cold.
His pupils shrank.
Alex smirked.
"Looks like you’re all terrified of her."
The Fallen forced himself to speak.
"Who in their right mind wouldn’t be scared of her?"
"That woman is a nightmare."
"Rumor has it even our Supreme Commander cannot fully control her."
Alex nodded slowly.
"Perfect."
The Fallen blinked.
"What do you mean, perfect?"
"I want you to tell her something."
"Tell her what?"
Alex’s smile widened.
"Tell her..."
"Her owner has arrived."
"So she should act like a good sword and come to me."
"Before I have to beat some manners into her."
The Fallen stared at him in disbelief.
’He’s insane.’
’Completely insane.’
But—
He had killed two high-ranking Fallen without effort.
This wasn’t someone to ignore.
This had to be reported.
He looked at Alex carefully.
"What... is your name?"
Alex’s grin sharpened.
"The name’s Lucifer.....Lucifer Morningstar."
"Remember it."
"You’re going to hear it a lot from now on."
The Fallen gulped loudly.
Seeing Alex turn away and dismiss him—
He didn’t waste a second.
He shot into the sky at full speed.
Wings beating violently.
As if his life depended on it.
Because it did.
Within seconds—
He disappeared beyond the clouds.
Alex watched him go.
"Wow."
"He sure ran fast."
Finally—
He turned toward the three remaining fighters.
They were staring at him.
Frozen.
As if they had just witnessed a divine miracle.
Their weapons trembled slightly in their hands.
Alex looked at them with a sour expression.
"Now that’s how you make an entrance and kill the enemies."
"You guys bring shame to the name of the Power Rangers."
"I’m really disappointed."
Instantly—
All three aimed their weapons at him.
"Who are you?!"
"State your purpose!"
Alex sighed.
"Looks like you guys are just idiots who like to cosplay."
Th pink one snapped back.
"Have you seen yourself in a mirror dressed like that?!"
A vein popped on Alex’s forehead.
