The Extra is a Genius!?-Chapter 497: Second Shard Secured

The ruined chamber settled into an uneasy stillness once Noel stepped forward, the echoes of the final clash fading into the fractured stone around him. Dust drifted lazily through the air, catching faint traces of light filtering in through shattered walls and collapsed ceilings. He moved slowly, carefully, stepping over broken chains and fragments of armor that no longer held any mana, his eyes scanning the debris for the Shard. It wasn’t immediately visible. Somewhere during the last exchange it had been knocked free, swallowed by the destruction that had torn the room apart.

Noel exhaled through his nose, steadying himself as he took another step, then another, the weight of exhaustion finally beginning to settle properly into his limbs. Before he could call out, Noir was already moving, her body slipping ahead of him without hesitation, small paws navigating the unstable rubble with practiced ease. Her senses stretched outward, attuned to the lingering distortion left behind by the Shard’s presence, nose low, ears alert as she traced the residual flow of energy threading through the debris.

Noel watched her for a moment, then let himself drop down against what remained of a collapsed wall. The stone was cold against his back, rough and uneven, but he welcomed the support as he slid into a seated position, legs stretched out in front of him. His breathing was still heavy, every rise of his chest pulling at bruised ribs, but the immediate pressure was gone now. Outside the chamber, the distant sounds of battle began to thin, sharp impacts turning into scattered noise, then into nothing more than faint echoes that died away one by one.

He recognized the pattern instantly.

The same thing had happened on the previous island. Once the core fell, once the heart was destroyed, the chains lost cohesion and the resistance collapsed in on itself. The oppressive presence that had weighed on the entire structure thinned, like a hand slowly loosening its grip.

’Good,’ Noel thought, eyes half-lidded as he let his head rest back against the stone. ’It’s still working.’

His fingers twitched slightly as he felt the ambient mana shift, lighter now, less hostile. The mechanism was consistent. Predictable. Each Shard removed weakened the Second Pillar’s reach, cutting away at the invisible framework holding these islands together.

’If we can clear all of them,’ he continued, his thoughts slow but focused, ’her power will keep dropping.’

A pause.

’Let’s just hope there aren’t hidden variables,’ he added grimly. ’Something waiting for us once she realizes how much she’s losing.’

The answer came before Noel could push the thought any further.

A faint pulse of mana rippled through the chamber, subtle but unmistakable, and a translucent window materialized in front of his eyes, hovering steadily despite the dust and drifting debris around him.

[Shard found. You have weakened the Second Pillar by 5% of her power. Total: 10%]

Noel exhaled slowly.

"...There it is," he murmured, more to himself than to anyone else.

The confirmation settled something in him. Not relief exactly, but certainty. The system wasn’t improvising. It was tracking the effect with precision, quantifying the damage in a way that left very little room for interpretation. Each Shard wasn’t just an anchor or a conduit. It was a container. A fixed portion of the Second Pillar’s strength, isolated and distributed across these islands.

’Five percent per Shard,’ Noel thought, eyes narrowing slightly as he stared at the floating text. ’And this makes the second.’

Ten percent gone already.

His mind shifted immediately into calculation, exhaustion pushed aside by habit as he mapped the remaining pieces of the board. There were still several active points they hadn’t touched yet. Marcus and Roberto were on their own island, dealing with their own core. Charlotte’s group was elsewhere, facing a different configuration entirely. And then there was the ship, still bound to the system of chains that threaded through the sea itself.

Three more.

If each one followed the same pattern, if the system remained consistent, then—

’Twenty-five percent,’ he concluded silently. ’A quarter of her power stripped away before we even reach her.’

It wouldn’t decide the outcome on its own. He knew that better than anyone. A being like the Second Pillar wouldn’t collapse just because a fraction of her strength was removed. But the difference between facing her at full capacity and facing her after losing a quarter of her reach was enormous.

It meant fewer contingencies. Fewer layers of control. Fewer sacrifices demanded to keep her machinery running.

Noel closed his eyes for a brief moment, letting the weight of that realization settle.

’Not decisive,’ he acknowledged. ’But it’s the kind of advantage you don’t waste.’

A faint sound cut through the quiet.

Soft. Rhythmic. Almost lost beneath the settling debris.

Pat. Pat.

Noel opened his eyes and turned his head just in time to see Noir emerging from between two collapsed slabs of stone, her small wolf form moving carefully as she navigated the uneven ground. She was clearly struggling a little, shoulders dipping with each step, but she didn’t stop. Clenched gently between her jaws was the Shard, its crystalline surface catching the light as it swung slightly with her movement. It was large enough that, for a moment, it looked almost comical against her size.

Noel let out a quiet breath that might have been a laugh if he’d had more energy.

He watched her approach, the soft pat of her paws echoing faintly as she crossed the rubble-strewn floor, and felt the tension in his chest finally ease.

"Good job," he said, voice low but warm.

Noir stopped in front of him and lifted her head just enough for him to reach her. Noel leaned forward and brushed his hand gently over her head, fingers careful as they passed between her ears. Then he slid his palm under her muzzle.

She released the Shard.

It dropped into his hand with a solid weight, damp with saliva. Noel didn’t react beyond adjusting his grip. He wiped the crystal clean with his sleeve, then ran the same fabric across his palm, unconcerned, eyes already focused on the object itself.

Noir’s voice slipped into his mind, faintly proud despite her exhaustion.

’Dad, this Shard is bigger than the previous one.’

Noel turned the crystal slowly in his hand, studying the way its internal structure caught and refracted the light. She was right. It was noticeably larger, denser, the mana inside it heavier than what they had recovered before.

"Yeah," he murmured. "It is."

His thoughts lined up easily.

There had been more people bound to this island. More lives feeding into the system. And on top of that, a Shard Warden strong enough to push him this far, an Archmage-ranked guardian that had taken everything he had to bring down. It made sense that the container itself would be reinforced to match the load it carried.

Noel let out a slow breath and closed his fingers around the Shard.

"That explains it."

He reached to his side and opened his Dimensional Pouch, slipping the crystal inside and sealing it away with a practiced motion. The moment it vanished, the lingering pressure in the room thinned just a little more, as if the island itself had exhaled.

Noir shifted closer to his leg, brushing against him lightly.

For now, at least, this part was done.

Noel stayed where he was for a moment longer, letting the last of the strain bleed out of his limbs before he finally pushed himself upright. His body protested immediately, a sharp reminder of every impact he’d taken, but he ignored it, steadying himself with a slow breath until the dizziness passed.

He glanced down at Noir.

"Alright," he said quietly. "Let’s go back. The others are waiting."

Noir flicked her tail once and fell into step beside him as they left the shattered chamber behind. The corridors beyond bore the scars of prolonged fighting, walls split open, sections of ceiling collapsed into jagged piles, chains torn loose and twisted across the floor where their anchoring had finally failed. The structure was in bad shape, far worse than it had been when they’d entered, but it was still standing. For now, at least.

’This place can be fixed,’ Noel thought as they moved forward, stepping carefully over broken stone. ’If it needs to be.’

They passed through hall after hall, each one quieter than the last. Along the way, they began to encounter the people who had tried to stop them from reaching the core. Many were sprawled where they had fallen, unconscious from sheer exhaustion, their mana reserves drained completely. Others remained awake, sitting or kneeling beside the injured, binding wounds or simply making sure those who had collapsed were still breathing.

A few looked up as Noel passed.

Their eyes followed him, not with hostility, but with something closer to recognition. Respect, perhaps. Or understanding of what it had taken to reach this point.

There was no strength left for that.

Noel kept moving, his expression unreadable as he and Noir walked on through the ruined halls, the sound of their footsteps echoing softly in the aftermath of the island’s fall.

The corridors finally opened into the main hall.

Noel slowed slightly as he crossed the threshold, his eyes taking in the state of the space in a single, quiet sweep. The room bore the unmistakable marks of a prolonged, coordinated defense. Massive roots had burst through stone and flooring alike, twisting upward to restrain movement and seal off approaches. Sheets of ice clung to shattered walls and pillars, frozen solid where attacks had been halted mid-charge. Sections of the floor had been torn up entirely, earth raised into crude but effective barriers that still held their shape despite the strain they’d endured.

It was chaotic.

And controlled.

He could see it immediately, the layered intent behind the destruction. Elyra’s stabilizing magic, anchoring positions that should have collapsed. Selene’s control, locking space and denying momentum. Elena’s presence woven through it all, keeping people standing long past where they should have fallen. The others had filled in the gaps where needed, holding lines, reinforcing, adapting.

They had done exactly what he’d asked.

More importantly, no one was dead.

Everyone in the hall looked exhausted beyond words. Some were seated against walls or slumped where they stood, armor loosened, weapons resting uselessly at their sides. Others lay flat on the ground, eyes closed, breathing slow and even, pushed past their limits but still alive. When Noel stepped fully into view, heads lifted despite the fatigue.

Relief spread through the room.

Noel walked over to where the others had gathered, stopping a few steps away as he looked at them properly now. Faces were drawn. Mana was low. Bodies were battered. But they were here.

They’d held.

"Good work," Noel said, his voice steady despite the weariness beneath it. "We can rest now."

The tension broke.

Shoulders sagged. A few quiet laughs slipped out, thin but genuine. Someone let themselves slide fully to the floor, uncaring of the stone beneath them. For the first time since the fighting began, no one was bracing for the next impact.

They were done here.

They didn’t move much after that.

Conversation was sparse, made up of short comments and quieter exchanges, the kind that didn’t demand energy they didn’t have. Some dozed where they sat. Others simply leaned against one another, eyes half-closed, letting the silence settle properly around them.

The night passed without incident.

When the system notification finally appeared, it did so without urgency, hovering calmly in Noel’s vision.

[98 Days remaining to complete the mission]

Noel glanced at it once, then let it fade.

They had time.