As A Mafia Boss, I Refuse To Be An Extra-Chapter 121: Monsters II

Two more demons came from his flanks, claws extended, mouths open and laughing.

Damian activated Sonic Blink, his body flickering out of existence and reappearing three meters away.

The demons’ claws shredded the space where he’d been standing, the air itself screaming from the force.

A fourth demon was already there waiting, having predicted his movement with terrifying accuracy.

Its fist caught him in the ribs.

CRACK.

"Argh!"

Bones broke as Damian felt at least three ribs fracture from the single punch, the pain white-hot and immediate.

He twisted with the impact, using the momentum to swing his axe at the demon’s neck.

The blade bit deep but didn’t sever completely. Demon skin and muscle were far denser than human tissue.

The creature screamed and backhanded him.

Damian flew across the compartment and crashed into the opposite wall, the metal denting from the impact.

"EVERYONE GET BACK! CIVILIANS EVACUATE NOW!"

A voice shouted from behind him.

Three SFD officers had arrived, their weapons drawn and their Auras flaring.

They were D rank, all of them. Which was completely useless in the face of stronger enemies.

They opened fire anyway, their Aura-enhanced bullets striking the demons with minimal effect.

One demon turned toward them, annoyed.

"So many insects... Annoying."

It moved, crossing ten meters in a single bound.

One officer’s head disappeared into the demon’s mouth, crunched between teeth like an apple.

"Delicious! Human officers taste of desperation and duty! My favorite!"

The other two officers backed away in horror, still firing uselessly.

Damian forced himself to his feet, ignoring the screaming pain from his broken ribs.

’They don’t form Aura cores like humans do. They strengthen their entire bodies uniformly, making them incredibly durable and powerful but without specialized techniques.

That means overwhelming force applied correctly should work. Eventually...’

He charged back into the fight, his axe swinging in brutal arcs.

****

Outside the train, hundreds of civilians had evacuated and were watching from a distance.

Their phones were out recording everything that was happening... Live streams broadcasting to millions.

It had been many years since something like this happened in the Federation. Demons were high rank Monsters after all. They weren’t supposed to cross the portals so easily.

Everyone was witnessing what was happening inside that metal coffin.

The remaining two officers fought desperately alongside Damian, trying to protect the civilians still trapped in forward compartments.

One officer, a veteran with gray hair and determined eyes, shouted over the sounds of combat.

"Kid, I don’t know who you are, but you fight well! Reinforcements are five minutes out! We just need to hold until–"

A demon’s hand punched through his chest from behind, emerging from his sternum holding his still-beating heart.

"Reinforcements? We’ll be gone long before they arrive. But we’ll make sure to kill this interesting one first."

The demon brought the heart to its mouth and bit down, blood spraying.

The officer’s body collapsed lifeless.

Damian felt something snap inside him.

He was really facing a life and death moment!

’No more holding back. They’re going to kill everyone here if I don’t end this now.’

His Slaughter Intent exploded outward, the dark red Aura mixing with his normal crimson energy in ways that made reality itself seem to shudder.

The demons actually paused, their predatory instincts recognizing a threat.

"Oh? This human has killing intent that rivals our own! How wonderful!"

Damian activated his weapon art, the axe beginning to hum with that distinctive sound from the circular hole.

"Abyssal Slaughter!"

The principle of absolute certainty. The belief that this strike ends everything.

He swung at the nearest demon.

The blade connected with the creature’s neck, the force tremendous, the intent behind it absolute.

The demon’s head tilted at an unnatural angle.

But it didn’t separate completely.

The wound was deep, fatal eventually, but not the instant death Damian had intended.

’Not enough. They’re too durable. One strike won’t end them.’

Kaiser’s voice echoed in his memory.

’Each strike carries the conviction of death. If one doesn’t work, strike again with the same belief. And again. And again. Until they fall.’

Damian’s axe came back around immediately, striking the same demon.

Then again... And again...

"Die! Die! Die! Die! Son of a bitch, just fucking DIEEE!!!"

Four strikes total before the head finally separated and the massive body collapsed.

"KILL HIM! KILL HIM BEFORE HE ADAPTS!"

The demon leader roared, recognizing the danger.

All five remaining demons converged on Damian simultaneously.

What followed was butchery on both sides.

Damian took hits that would have killed most C- ranks instantly.

A claw raked across his back, opening wounds so deep his spine was visible.

A kick to his leg shattered his femur.

A punch to his face broke his jaw and split his cheek open.

But he kept moving...kept on fighting and kept on swinging his axe with that absolute conviction behind every strike.

It only took two strikes to kill the second demon, its chest cavity opened and heart destroyed.

Three strikes for the third, its armored body finally yielding to repeated impacts in the same location.

The fourth demon caught his axe mid-swing and snapped the handle.

Damian dropped the broken weapon and drew his gun, using Omega Point on the demon’s face at point-blank range.

BAM BAM BAM

Omega Point activated, the bullets enhanced with his Aura and technique, each one punching through the demon’s skull until its brain was pulped.

Damian was down to fighting with his bare hands and telekinesis now, every weapon broken or depleted.

The demon leader and one remaining subordinate circled him, both of them wounded but still far from defeated.

"We came here by accident... Wrong coordinates, damaged ship and unfortunate circumstances."

The leader spoke while bleeding from multiple wounds.

"We knew we would die here eventually. Your reinforcements would come, we’d be overwhelmed and executed as examples.

But... at least we can take you with us. A human genius, someone who could become a real threat to our kind in the future. Your death makes this failed mission worthwhile."

Damian couldn’t respond... His jaw was broken. Blood poured from dozens of wounds. He was operating on pure will at this point, his body barely functional.

But he was still standing.

And still fighting...

The final two demons charged together, coordinating their attacks perfectly.

Damian used his telekinesis to grab debris from the destroyed compartment and launched it at them, buying seconds.

Then he activated Sonic Blink despite the agony it caused to his broken body, appearing behind the subordinate demon.

He grabbed a piece of broken metal, sharp and jagged, and drove it into the base of the demon’s skull with both hands and all his remaining strength.

"AHH!!!"

The demon thrashed, screaming, but Damian held on, pushing deeper, until something vital was severed and the creature went limp.

The leader was on him immediately, its massive hands closing around his throat.

"DIE, HUMAN!"

Damian’s vision was going dark. His broken body was failing and his Aura was nearly depleted.

’Not like this! Not after everything! Not when I’m so close to building something that matters!’

He remembered the girl he’d saved just now, remembered Ariana’s tears, remembered his Mafia members trusting him, remembered Seraphina offering him choices and remembered everyone counting on him to actually change things.

Most of all, he remembered...Luna!

’I don’t get to die here! Too many people need what I’m building to work!’

With his last remaining strength, Damian activated his Slaughter Intent at maximum output.

Not to attack but to terrify!

The pure manifestation of killing will, concentrated and directed into the demon’s mind.

For just a fraction of a second, the creature’s grip loosened.

Damian’s hand shot out, grabbed the broken axe blade from the floor, and drove it up through the demon’s jaw into its brain.

The demon’s eyes went wide with surprise and respect.

"Strong... you would have... been a worthy..."

It collapsed.

Silence spread through the train car.

Damian fell to his knees, the axe blade clattering from his nerveless fingers.

Thousands of people watched from outside... Hundreds watched from other train cars... Millions watched via live streams!

They’d all witnessed the battle! Saw the brutality on both sides. Watched a fifteen-year-old student fight seven demons alone and somehow survive!

The little girl he’d saved first, the one who’d been about to be eaten, came forward slowly.

She was crying, terrified, but she pulled a handkerchief from her pocket and started carefully wiping the blood from Damian’s face.

Her small hands shaking. Her voice whispering.

"T-Thank you. Thank you for saving us."

The image was captured by a hundred cameras.

The broken, bleeding hero on his knees. The small child trying to comfort him and the demon corpses surrounding them.

A moment of humanity in the aftermath of inhuman violence.

And then the crying started.

People who’d lost loved ones in the attack finally processing their grief. Wailing spreading through the crowd.

Bodies were everywhere and families were destroyed in mere moments. Lives ended in minutes of brutal violence.

Sirens in the distance grew louder.

SFD reinforcements finally arrived, too late to help but in time to see the aftermath.

Damian tried to stand but couldn’t... so he settled for staying upright on his knees through sheer stubbornness.

Soon the sounds of footsteps approached.

And a familiar voice entered his ears

"Here. Drink this."

A vitality potion pressed into his hands.

Damian looked up through his one remaining functional eye.

Officer Brian Oleaf stood there in full SFD tactical gear, his expression complicated and concerned.

Damian took the potion without a word and drank it down, feeling the healing properties immediately go to work on his most critical injuries.

His jaw reformed enough to speak, though it came out slurred and painful.

"... Long time no see."

Brian’s mouth twitched in something that might have been a smile under different circumstances.

"Yeah... Long time no see..."

More medical personnel arrived, surrounding Damian with emergency care equipment.

But Brian stayed close, watching carefully. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

’He made his choice I guess.’

Damian let the medics work on him, his mind already processing everything that had just happened despite the pain and exhaustion.

The demons and the wrong timeline.

Everything was changing faster than he’d anticipated.