Extra’s Rebirth: I Will Create A Good Ending For The Heroines - Chapter 386

Chapter 386: … Slash!
‘What the hell…?’

That was Velkin’s first thought as her body slammed violently into the half-collapsed tower.

The impact cracked through the cement wall like dry clay and sent her crashing through the other side, rolling across the dusty rubble of what used to be the side wall.

She groaned, spitting blood as she forced her feet under her.

‘I’m sure I killed him… my blade made contact.’ Her hand trembled slightly as she lifted her cursed sword only to find that all that remained was the hilt.

The entire blade had been crushed like brittle bone.

‘How scary.’

She reshaped the cursed mana in her hands and restored the blade back to its full length, exhaling shakily as she steadied her breath.

‘Curses like me aren’t supposed to feel fear.’

At least, that’s what Nari had drilled into her.

The cursed had no room for hesitation, no instinct for retreat, and no softness left in their souls.

Yet right now, Velkin wanted nothing more than to run… her legs screamed at her to sprint in the opposite direction and never look back.

But she couldn’t leave.

She was already in the middle of the duel.

The moment she chose to fight Azel, she committed herself. This battle would only end when either she was a corpse… or he was.

And judging by the speed of that kick he landed earlier, she was beginning to understand which outcome was more likely.

A shadow fell over her.

Velkin looked up just in time to see Azel diving down with both feet aimed straight at her skull.

She barely dodged.

She leapt sideways, her body twisting with unnatural flexibility as his double-footed stomp crashed into the floor beside her, splitting the weakened stone and sending sharp tremors up the ruined wall.

The force of the strike tore her entire arm clean off as she moved.

Her body regenerated it immediately, cursed flesh bubbling and stitching itself back together.

“You’re just being a big bully now,” Velkin said, puffing her cheeks in an attempt to look cute except her face was covered in scars and corrupted veins.

Instead of adorable, she looked like someone threatening to eat a village.

“How about you let me go,” she tried, “and I won’t kill you?”

Azel stared at her blankly. “I don’t think you’re in the condition to make demands.”

Velkin’s smile twitched. ‘I still have a trump card left… Heaven-Cutting Slash. The move my clone didn’t get to use earlier. If I can do the full version… I can kill him.’

Her mind raced.

‘But the energy needed is too much. Eating clones won’t help. I haven’t consumed enough humans today to build up the strength for the power that I need. Dammit… wait… Boss kept the orb she used to turn me into a curse underground. If I can get to that, I’ll restore my full power.’

She had her goal but she was sure Azel wasn’t going to give her time.

He blurred toward her again.

Velkin threw herself backward, sliding across the cracked floor as a slash ripped through the space she had stood in, splitting a thick support pillar cleanly in half.

She flipped back to her feet, adjusting her stance, and held her cursed sword in a reverse grip.

Cursed mana began to surge violently.

Thin black lines of energy sparked from the blade, dancing outward in spiraling strands. Within seconds, the lines split, then split again, rapidly multiplying until dozens… no, hundreds of thin, needle-like curse threads filled the air.

Each strand pointed toward Azel like tiny homing blades.

The curse lines converged all at once.

Azel swung his sword in a single, fluid movement. Divinity surged along the bone blade, turning the air white with pressure.

His slash tore through the mass of cursed threads like ripping paper, scattering the remnants into black mist.

As the air cleared, he looked up and saw Velkin gripping her sword with both hands.

She stabbed the blade into the ground and the earth split beneath them like shattered glass.

The ground gave way.

Azel dropped instantly into the darkness, twisting mid-fall. As he fell, he summoned a ball of holy energy in his free hand.

The orb ignited with white radiance, illuminating the vast underground chamber.

It wasn’t natural but it wasn’t a cave either.

It was like a storage room and in the center of the room, raised on a pedestal, was a small black orb pulsing with cursed light.

‘That thing reeks of concentrated corruption…’

Velkin landed on the floor before he did, her feet skidding across stone as she sprinted toward the orb.

Azel pushed a burst of divinity into his blade.

“Smart move,” he muttered.

His body blurred as he slashed downward. “Let’s see you handle this.”

This time, the Dragon Claw didn’t produce a single slash.

It produced four.

Four arcs of white divinity ripped through the air, each one howling forward like the roar of a beast.

Velkin didn’t stop running.

The first divine slash tore toward her.

She poured cursed mana into her legs and leapt over it, the slash carving a deep trench through the floor where she had been.

The second slash came from the side.

She twisted mid-air to avoid it, but she wasn’t fast enough to keep all her body parts… her arm and some of her shoulder as well as stomach was sliced off again.

The divinity burned the wound and prevented her from regenerating quickly.

“Fuck… this burns like hell,” she hissed. “It’s annoying.”

She landed with a stumble, cursing the pain, then dashed forward with everything she had.

The third slash hit the pedestal behind her, blasting the air upward, giving her the momentum she needed to lunge forward.

She reached the pedestal and snatched the orb.

The fourth slash was already descending on her.

She didn’t hesitate.

She lifted the orb to her mouth and swallowed it whole.

Instantly her body convulsed.

Dark purple veins ripped across her skin and corrupted mana erupted violently from her bones like steam bursting through cracks.

The divine slash dissipated the moment it hit her.

Azel landed nearby, his smile dying at the sudden shift in her aura.

“…Fuck,” he muttered.

The corruption was practically eating her alive.

She didn’t care.

Power was power after all.

The energy spiraled upward from her body like a growing storm, twisting violently, lifting debris and shattered stones off the floor with the wind pressure alone.

“I might die after this,” Velkin laughed with her voice trembling between agony and exhilaration. “but who gives a fuck?! I told you it’s a battle to the death!”

She gripped her sword with both hands.

“HEAVEN…”

Azel braced himself.

The wind pressure doubled instantly, powerful enough to peel skin and shake the foundation of the labyrinth walls.

His clothes whipped violently behind him, and he squinted against the rising debris.

“CUTTING…”

The cursed power seeped into the air, darkening the chamber. The ground cracked beneath her feet as the cursed aura condensed violently around her blade.

Azel felt the pressure slicing at him already… small cuts forming across his skin without the blade itself touching him.

“SLASH!”

She struck.

A massive beam of pure corrupted energy erupted from her sword like a screaming pillar of destruction, tearing through the labyrinth as it thundered straight toward Azel.

And everything in its path died.