The Extra is a Genius!?-Chapter 523: Dark Sun

The light vanished.

Not violently. Not with a shockwave or a scream. It simply ceased to exist, as if reality had decided Roberto no longer belonged there and erased him without ceremony.

The island felt wrong without him.

Noel remained still for several seconds, his body refusing to react, Revenant Fang hanging loosely at his side. He stared at the empty space Roberto had occupied, waiting for something—anything—to happen. A ripple. A presence. A trace. There was nothing.

What settled in his chest wasn’t relief.

It wasn’t victory either.

It was absence. Heavy and disorienting, like stepping into a room where someone had lived for years and finding it suddenly abandoned. Roberto hadn’t fled. Noel understood that instinctively. He had left because he chose to. Because, in his mind, this wasn’t the end yet.

’He postponed it,’ Noel realized. ’He didn’t run from it.’

That final fight—the one that mattered—had merely been pushed forward. Deferred, not avoided. Roberto had given him time, whether as a gift or a cruelty, Noel couldn’t tell. Either way, it meant one thing with absolute certainty.

He would have to go after him.

Later.

The thought settled with uncomfortable calm, like a promise carved into stone.

Noel’s gaze shifted at last, dragging itself away from the empty ground and locking onto the figure that remained.

The Second Pillar hadn’t moved.

She stood exactly where she had been before Roberto disappeared, chains hanging around her body in rigid, unnatural stillness. She wasn’t advancing. She wasn’t retreating. She wasn’t reacting at all.

And that was what unsettled him.

It wasn’t fear radiating from her. It wasn’t hesitation.

It felt like expectation.

As if she had been waiting for this moment all along.

Noel drew a slow breath, forcing himself to stay still while his mind worked.

No Ashen Sigil. The weight of that knowledge pressed hard against the back of his thoughts. No rewind waiting to catch him if he misjudged distance or timing. No six seconds to steal back from death. Whatever happened next would happen once, and only once.

No Noir either.

The bond was quiet now, distant, stretched thin by space and urgency. She was doing exactly what he had asked of her, and that knowledge brought a sharp twist of guilt with it. He was alone here by choice.

And there was no retreat.

Even if he turned and ran—if he somehow forced his legs to move—the Second Pillar would be on him before he made it ten steps. He knew that with the same certainty he knew his own name. This island wasn’t something you escaped from once it decided you belonged to it.

Across from him, she remained motionless.

The chains around her body were tight now, every link drawn taut as if braced for impact. Her aura hadn’t weakened. It hadn’t flared either. It just... existed, dense and suffocating, pressing against his senses like deep water against the lungs. Her eyes stayed on him, unblinking, unreadable.

Noel hated that.

He would have preferred an immediate charge. A scream, a rush, something he could react to. This waiting—this deliberate stillness—made his skin crawl. It felt wrong in a way that violence didn’t. As if she knew something he didn’t. As if she was letting him decide how this ended.

’Why aren’t you moving?’ he wondered.

The answer didn’t come, but the implication did.

Once this started, it wouldn’t stop. There would be no testing blows, no probing exchanges. One of them would fall, and the other would walk away—or not walk away at all.

Noel tightened his grip on Revenant Fang, shadows beginning to stir in response to his resolve.

Noel made the decision without ceremony.

"Dark Sun."

The words left his mouth quietly, almost reverently, as if saying them any louder might break the concentration he needed to survive what came next.

Fire answered.

Not the wild, violent kind he used in motion, but something denser. Heavier. Mana gathered around his core and compressed, layer by layer, heat folding in on itself instead of spilling outward. The glow that usually accompanied his flames dulled, dimmed, then began to rot into something darker. Orange bled into red. Red collapsed into nothing.

Black.

A small sphere formed above his palm, barely larger than a fist at first, yet it pulled at the air around it like a wound in the world. The ground beneath his boots cracked as pressure built, stone whining softly as if it knew what was coming.

Five minutes.

Each second stretched painfully long. Sweat ran down his spine. His hands shook as the mana burned through him, not explosively, but relentlessly, like acid through veins. His vision blurred at the edges, teeth clenched hard enough to ache.

Across from him, the Second Pillar watched.

She didn’t move. She didn’t strike. The chains around her body trembled faintly, reacting to the growing mass of compressed destruction, but she held her ground, eyes fixed on the forming star as if measuring it. Judging him.

’If this fails,’ Noel thought, breath ragged, ’I could die.’

The sphere grew. Slow. Unnatural. Each expansion felt like tearing something vital out of him.

When he finally released it, his knees almost buckled from the sudden absence.

The Dark Sun fell forward—and the world folded inward.

There was no explosion in the usual sense. No outward blast. Instead, everything nearby was dragged toward the point of impact, stone collapsing, air screaming as it was swallowed into a roaring implosion of black fire. The ground caved in on itself, layers of earth crushed and erased in a heartbeat.

The Second Pillar vanished inside it.

For a moment, Noel thought he’d done it.

Then the implosion faded.

She was still standing.

Her body was scorched, flesh torn in places where the chains had failed to protect her. Several links lay shattered on the ground, melted and broken. Her aura flickered, unstable, pulsing unevenly for the first time since he’d seen her.

Noel dropped to one knee, chest heaving, mana almost gone. His heartbeat felt wrong. Too fast. Too thin.

He hadn’t won.

But as he forced himself to look up, one truth cut through the exhaustion like a blade.

She could bleed.

And that meant the fight had truly begun.

The smoke thinned slowly, dragged apart by a wind that hadn’t been there a second before.

She moved. One step forward was all it took, chains grinding softly as they shifted into motion, the sound sharp and final in the hollowed silence left behind by the Dark Sun. The air changed with it, pressure settling low and heavy, no longer suspended in that unbearable wait.

The Second Pillar wasn’t watching anymore.

She was advancing. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Noel forced himself upright, legs trembling as pain finally caught up with him. His mana felt scraped raw, like he’d burned something that wouldn’t grow back easily, but his fingers tightened around Revenant Fang as shadows crawled back into place, thinner than before yet stubbornly present.

His breath came shallow. Every heartbeat echoed too loud in his ears.

This was different now.

Before, she had allowed him space. Time. A choice. Now her presence pressed forward with intent, chains swaying in deliberate rhythm as she closed the distance, each step erasing the illusion that this had ever been anything but a fight to the end.

Noel planted his feet.

Roberto was gone. That truth sat heavy in his chest, unresolved, waiting for a future that hadn’t arrived yet. The confrontation he knew was coming had only been postponed, not avoided. He would have to face it. He would have to finish it.

Later.

Right now, there was only this.

The Second Pillar lifted her head fully, eyes locking onto him with something sharp and focused burning behind them.

Noel swallowed, adjusting his grip on the blade as shadows curled tighter around the edge.

The final thought crossed his mind without panic, without doubt.

The end was still far away.

But this battle—

—it started here.