The Extra's Supremacy-Chapter 50: Epilogue: Darkening Clouds

Alvin walked toward his apartment, exhaustion finally catching up to him.

On the way, his gaze drifted toward a nearby toy shop.

With nothing better to do, he stepped inside.

Colorful shelves and warm lighting filled the space. His eyes casually scanned the store—until they stopped on a small boy approaching him with a bright smile.

"Are you looking for something, sir?" the boy asked eagerly.

Alvin tilted his head, curious. "How old are you?"

"I’m eight!" the boy beamed.

Alvin glanced around. "Where’s the shopkeeper?"

"Ah, my dad just stepped out to take a call," the boy replied, still cheerful.

"I see," Alvin said with a soft nod. "Don’t mind me. I’m just taking a look around."

The boy nodded and skipped off, leaving Alvin to wander the three-story toy store.

Time slipped by. The already night sky darkened due to clouds, and the moon began covered by clouds.

Alvin eventually glanced at the time, then turned to leave.

As he approached the exit, his eyes briefly caught the boy’s father returning to the counter. Without giving it much thought, Alvin stepped outside.

As he walked away, he heard it,

SHATTER.

The sound of glass breaking split the air.

Alvin stopped in his tracks.

He turned around and saw chaos erupting inside the shop. A group of masked robbers had broken in. One of them pointed a weapon at the father, demanding cash from the register.

Alvin sighed, shaking his head.

He turned away and began walking off.

Then someone crashed into him.

Alvin’s eyes snapped down.

One of the robbers was holding a small, struggling child.

The same boy.

Alvin’s gaze sharpened. He turned and saw the boy’s father collapsed on the ground, clutching his stomach as blood pooled beneath him.

Nearby pedestrians rushed over, shouting for help, calling the police and ambulance.

Alvin looked back at the fleeing robber and took a step forward.

Then another.

Quietly, with no sense of urgency, he began to follow.

He could’ve stopped the kidnapper instantly if he wanted to.

But he didn’t.

Instead, he tailed them—silent, unnoticed.

***

Rumble.

Thunder rolled in the distance.

Then came the rain—light at first, then heavier with each passing minute.

Alvin stood atop an unfinished high building offered little shelter, but he didn’t seem to mind.

Across from him stood another construction site.

His eyes scanned the building carefully, gaze sharp beneath the falling rain.

’Just as I thought.’

’There are more kidnapped victims inside.’

’What now? Should I contact the Council?’

’There is sigil users involved...’

He pulled out mobile, thumb hovering over the call button.

But then he paused.

’Wait... what would I even say?’

’Hey, I just happened to know a kidnapping ring is hiding victims in a half-built tower’?

’Yeah... they’d ask questions I can’t answer.’

He sighed and slipped the device back into his coat.

’Fine. I’ll do it myself.’

Another crack of thunder echoed across the city.

The rain intensified, hammering the steel and concrete around him.

Whisper made his move.

***

Inside the construction site...

The kidnapper led the little boy deep into the building’s underground level. They stopped in front of a heavy steel door.

He pushed it open.

Inside was a dimly lit room—cramped, humid, and filled with muffled cries.

Over two hundred children were locked inside, some unconscious, others too weak to cry.

A voice greeted him.

"No one followed you, right?"

The kidnapper smirked. "Of course not. You know how good I am—no one even saw me."

The other traffickers nodded, satisfied. "Good. Let’s head up."

They began ascending the stairwell, footsteps echoing in the hollow space.

But halfway up, they heard:

Footsteps.

Coming from above.

A figure descended slowly, step by step.

A calm voice broke the silence.

"Man... searching for all of you is such a nuisance."

The group froze.

One of them stepped forward. "Who the hell are you?"

A flash of lightning lit the stairwell and in that brief moment, they saw him.

A young man. White-haired. Drenched in rain. Sword in hand.

Blood stained his clothes and face. Drops trickled from the edge of his blade.

He smiled. freēnovelkiss.com

It was small, almost polite.

But in that instant, terror gripped their hearts.

Then he moved.

Each swing of his blade was lethal. Swift. Clean.

They didn’t even have time to activate their sigils.

And he never used his.

But one of them pressed a button on the wall.

An alarm blared.

Alvin’s blade pierced his chest before he could utter a word.

"I just wanted to finish this quietly," Alvin muttered, pulling the sword free.

He glanced at the flashing lights, then at the blood on his hands.

"...But I guess it’s not all bad. Now I don’t have to go looking for the rest of you."

He turned toward the lower levels.

Step by step,

Whisper descended.

***

Time passed.

Screams echoed throughout the building—short, sharp, and final.

Alvin finally stepped into the base floor.

There, waiting for him, stood three specialists. All of them were armed and fully prepared.

Alvin scratched his head. "What are you waiting for? A speech?"

Without a word, the three charged.

But to Alvin, they were slow. Sloppy.

He’d fought against specialists before, against trained ones, back when he didn’t even have curse veins or the primordial aspect.

And these guys? They weren’t even close.

He raised his hand lazily.

Nine dark marbles formed mid-air, swirling with condensed energy.

Then, with a flick of his wrist, they shot forward.

BOOM.

Explosions erupted as the marbles detonated on impact, ripping through the three men.

Their bodies twisted, broken beyond recognition.

Alvin stared for a second.

"...Did I go overboard?"

He sighed and stepped forward.

But then suddenly,

His senses screamed.

He jumped back instinctively.

Where he’d just stood, a man now stood in his place.

He had purple hair and red eyes. A cold grin on his face.

Alvin narrowed his eyes.

’Late-stage Specialist? But I didn’t even sense him until now...’

Alvin dashed forward, wind surging around his sword.

The man blocked with twin daggers.

CLANG!

The moment their weapons clashed, the man was blown away, slamming into a wall with a loud crash.

"Argh, Y-you’re strong," he groaned. "B-but... you can’t catch me."

Alvin blinked. His mouth twitched.

’Who is this idiot?’

Without replying, he raised his sword again and aimed straight at the man’s heart.

But the moment the blade touched as it pierced shortly,

The man’s body turned intangible.

The sword passed right through him.

Before Alvin could react, the man bolted.

Alvin stepped forward to chase, but

He slowly became invisible in front of Alvin’s eyes.

No presence. No trace. Not even a sound.

"...So that’s why he said I couldn’t catch him," Alvin muttered, shaking his head.

Then suddenly a voice echoed from Alvin behind,

"Freeze! Council Enforcement!"

A sharp voice rang out.

"You bastard," the woman snapped. "Do you have any idea how many days of work you just ruined for my team?"

"Don’t think we’ll go easy on you."

More footsteps echoed as several silhouettes emerged behind her.

"What’s going on, Rose?" one of them asked.

She pointed at Alvin. "This guy messed up our entire operation."

Alvin let out a tired sigh. "You’ve got the wrong person. The one you’re actually after probably escaped by now."

"I was just helping the kidnapped victims."

Rose’s eyes narrowed. "We know that. But it doesn’t give you the right to kill so many people."

"Now turn around and surrender."

Alvin slowly turned.

Golden energy surged, wrapping around his lower face and solidifying into a glowing mask.

He scanned the group.

’Six Specialists in total. She’s late-stage.’

’So, I really did throw their entire plan into the trash...’

Then Rose muttered bitterly, "If it wasn’t for you, we might’ve caught the Ghost."

Alvin froze.

His eyes widened. "...Ghost?"

Rose’s tone turned cold. "Yeah. The criminal Ghost. Same bastard who bombed the slums recently."

Alvin’s thoughts raced.

’Wait—what? I’m the real Ghost... is this guy a copycat?’

’Doesn’t matter. I’m too tired for this.’

Without another word, Alvin turned and began to walk away, calm as if none of it involved him.

"Where do you think you’re going?! Stop him!" Rose barked.

SIGH.

Golden energy surged.

Anima.

The power of his Primordial Aspect ignited, cloaking Alvin in radiant energy.

He’d decided to join the academy soon and he couldn’t afford to let people link him to this masked persona.

That was why Whisper had to exist separately.

And Anima was how he’d make it happen.

Alvin moved instantly.

His fist slammed into an officer’s face, sending him flying.

He moved his sword.

The bronze blade shimmered with golden Anima as he stabbed it deep into another officer’s gut, then ripped it free and slashed a third across the chest.

He was a blur, a phantom cloaked in golden fire.

The team fell in moments.

Rose charged in with fury in her eyes, but Alvin pivoted and kicked her leg out from under her. She collapsed with a grunt.

He stepped forward.

Anima flared around his boot as he stomped on her back.

"Arghhhh!"

Then, silence.

Alvin turned and walked away.

Behind him, Rose hissed through clenched teeth, "I don’t know who you are... Maybe you did the right thing... but the way you did it was wrong."

"You’ll regret letting us live."

"We’ll catch you. I swear it."

Alvin paused at the doorway.

His golden mask glowed under the moonlight as he turned slightly over his shoulder.

"The name’s Whisper."

"Good luck catching me."

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End of Volume 1: Embers of Awakening.

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