The Extra is a Genius!?-Chapter 120: Ice Wyvern (1)

The roar of the Ice Wyvern echoed across the peak—sharp, resonant, a sound that seemed to shake the very air.

But Noel didn’t freeze.

He couldn’t afford to do it in this situation.

In a swift motion, he reached into his pouch, fingers closing around the first of the sleep grenades. Without hesitation, he hurled it toward the beast.

The orb struck the wyvern’s broad chest—too low.

Smoke burst out, curling around its torso, but the effect would take too long to reach its head.

"Shit. I missed."

Noel’s hands were already moving.

He pulled two more grenades, eyes narrowed, and threw them in rapid succession—one, then the other. Both arced clean through the air, landing near the wyvern’s snout.

The creature inhaled—deep and instinctive.

Its wings unfurled with a sudden, powerful beat.

Not good.

It was trying to take off.

Noel

grabbed the remaining seven grenades and hurled them all in a single, calculated burst—scattering them across the air around the wyvern’s head.

Smoke engulfed the beast, swirling thick and fast.

The wyvern’s body rose two meters into the air—wings straining—before its movements faltered.

Its head drooped, neck sagging.

With a heavy thud, the beast crashed back to the ground, tail curling inward, wings half-folded.

It was asleep.

For now.

Noel exhaled sharply, already turning.

"Let’s hurry and collect as many Frostpetals as we can. The more we get, the more cures we can make for everyone."

Selene nodded quickly, her expression tense but focused.

Without a word, she shaped a thin, sharp blade made of ice in one hand—a small knife perfect for delicate work.

Noel drew Revenant Fang—but not to fight.

He flipped the blade in his grip, adjusting his stance, and began using its edge to carefully cut through the thick stalks beneath each flower’s head.

The steel moved with precision, slicing cleanly through the crystalline stems. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

Between them, he placed his Dimensional Pouch open on the ground—positioned between himself and Selene.

"This way you won’t have to come all the way to me each time," he said.

Selene gave a brief nod, already at work.

Noel worked fast, eyes flicking between the flowers and the still form of the wyvern.

As he cut, a thought crept through his mind:

’According to House Iskandar tradition, Selene would’ve come here alone in a year or so to take this trial. She would’ve died. This wyvern is still young—it hasn’t matured fully. In fact, it’s a familiar... just like Noir, now that I think about it. These wyverns are more common.’

He glanced at the creature once more.

’Good thing the sleep bombs worked. If this had been an adult wyvern... this would’ve ended very differently.’

And so they worked—blade and ice knife flashing in the cold light—racing against time.

They took only the heads of the flowers—sleek cyan-blue tulips glowing softly with mana—leaving the stalks behind. It was faster this way, and far more efficient. The stems would add nothing to the cure.

Noel’s pouch lay open between them, gradually filling with the precious blooms.

Neither spoke.

Not out of fear—out of focus.

Both knew: every second counted.

Occasionally, Noel’s gaze flicked toward the massive form of the Ice Wyvern, still slumped amid the flowers. The creature’s chest rose and fell in slow, heavy breaths, frost curling faintly from its nostrils.

’Not much time left.’

Each sweep of his blade became sharper, faster.

Selene moved with equal purpose—her movements smooth, precise, her eyes narrowed in concentration.

Finally, as the pouch brimmed with shimmering blooms, Noel straightened, wiping frost from his gloves.

"Looks like this should be more than enough," he said quietly.

Selene glanced up. "Okay."

Noel exhaled, shoulders easing slightly.

"Alright. We can go now. The way down should be easier, and since we cleared the monsters on the way up, there shouldn’t be too many problems."

He glanced once more at the wyvern.

"We should have enough time for everything."

For a moment, things felt almost calm.

The tension of the fight, the urgency of the climb—all of it seemed to recede beneath the quiet sense of completion.

But the silence wouldn’t last.

Noel took a step forward.

And then—

A low, sharp hum cut through the air.

His blood ran cold.

The ground beneath the Frostpetals seemed to shiver—snow swirling as a deep breath rumbled through the stone.

HIAKK!!

A sudden, piercing screech ripped across the peak.

The Ice Wyvern surged upright—wings unfurling wide with a blast of wind that sent shards of ice spiraling through the air.

Its eyes snapped open—glowing with raw, furious light.

Noel cursed under his breath.

"For fuck’s sake."

Before he could move, a violent beat of the wyvern’s wings sent a howling gust across the summit.

The wind struck like a hammer—sending loose snow and frostpetals flying in every direction.

Noel’s eyes widened.

The Dimensional Pouch—still secured—was ripped clean from its resting place as the strap snapped, torn by the force.

The pouch spun through the air, tumbling toward the cliff’s edge.

"Shit!"

Beside him, Selene reacted instantly.

"Ice Wall!"

A thick sheet of ice burst from the ground—anchoring her to the rock and shielding her from the blast.

But Noel didn’t hesitate.

He saw the pouch spinning, carried by the wind—already too close to the edge.

Without thinking, without a word, he sprinted forward—boots sliding across the frost-slick stone.

The pouch tipped past the ledge.

Noel threw himself after it.

For one frozen heartbeat, he hung in the air—arms outstretched, the void yawning beneath him.

Selene felt her heart stop.

One moment, Noel had been at her side—eyes sharp, ready to move.

The next, he was gone—leaping after the pouch without hesitation, vanishing over the edge.

"Noel!"

She tore the last shard of ice from her boots, anchoring herself, then sprinted toward the cliff’s edge—mind racing.

’He didn’t... he didn’t just—’

Her hands gripped the cold stone as she leaned forward—eyes wide, searching.

For a breathless moment, all she saw was open sky and swirling snow.

Then—

There.

A flash of blond hair. A black coat.

Noel was clinging with one hand to a jagged outcrop of stone—fingers locked tight, Dimensional Pouch clenched in his other arm.

Her breath caught.

’What a relief,’ she thought. A shaky exhale escaped her lips. ’He’s alive. He’s okay.’

But then—his voice cut through the wind, sharp and furious:

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING, IDIOT?! DON’T GET DISTRACTED!"

Selene blinked—realization snapping through her.

Behind her, a low, chilling whine built in the air.

She spun just as the Ice Wyvern reared back—its throat glowing with a sickly blue light.

A beam of frozen energy burst forth, slicing toward her like a blade of pure frost.

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