The Extra Can't be A Hero

Chapter 307: The New Pantheon (3)

Yue's ascension was only halfway complete.

To fully rise into the Pantheon… to claim her seat as the Spirit God… she required Knodalon's divine core. Only by consuming it could she truly tame the Spirit Realm and bind it wholly to her will.

Combined with her own hidden realm, the two could be merged into a singular existence: an alternate world, one capable of standing in direct opposition to the Goddess's authority. A counterbalance. But before such a future could be realised, there remained one final obstacle.

The Beast Titan.

His fate was already sealed. His death was no longer a question of if, but when.

And yet, even faced with a battle he could no longer win, Knodalon did not waver. He stood tall beneath the crushing weight of Yue's ascending authority, his form unbowed, his presence still vast.

Like a monarch presiding over the collapse of his own kingdom, he lifted his head and spoke—his voice booming with ancient power and sovereign dignity:

"Inferior being… You're lucky you weren't born in my era."

"Yes, you're right…"

Yue snorted softly. Even with death looming before him, the Beast Titan still stood with unshaken arrogance, spine straight and presence unbowed.

In many ways, Knodalon was right.

Time had stripped him of much of his divinity—an erosion carefully orchestrated by the ancient Dragon Sovereigns, who had ensured that no Titan could remain at the height of its power indefinitely.

Beyond that, Yue herself had forced the Titans into mortality, condensing their divine cores into physical vessels and binding them to flesh. The Beast Titan standing before her was a shadow of what it once was… far from its prime.

Had Yue faced Knodalon in the era when he reigned supreme, when his divinity was whole, and the world still trembled at his existence… There would have been no such thing as a flawless victory.

Perhaps no victory at all.

That truth lingered between them, unspoken, as a testament not to Knodalon's weakness… but to just how far he had fallen.

Alas…

"But this isn't your era anymore, Knodalon."

Yue lifted her arm and brought her will crashing down upon the Beast Titan with everything she had. The singular magic ring embedded within her soul hummed in exhilaration, resonating with her intent as the world itself answered her desire.

Law bent.

Space, force, and existence aligned as Yue constrained the very rules that governed reality, reaching directly for Knodalon's divine core once more—this time with far greater success.

The Beast Titan convulsed violently, its massive frame slamming into the ground as it clawed at its own chest in agony. A tsunami of mana erupted from its body. The shockwave obliterated everything in its path, levelling the surrounding terrain as Knodalon trembled like a leaf caught in a storm, his roar fractured and raw.

Yet… Even after all of that, Yue failed to fully extract the divine core.

It was still there. She could feel it—straining, loosening, on the brink of being torn free. She was agonisingly close. Just a little more. One final weakening, one decisive strike, and it would be hers. But the former King of Beasts was not finished.

Even broken and bound, Knodalon refused to fall quietly. The fight was not over.

"If it's your era… if you are the new Gods… Come and claim it from me!"

In a final, frenzied eruption of power, the Beast Titan charged.

The ground shattered beneath each step as Knodalon hurled his massive frame forward, mana combusting around him in violent shockwaves.

There was no technique, no restraint—only the primal intent to tear Yue apart, limb from limb, before she could strike again.

In his current state, even a Monarch-tier spirit would be obliterated the instant it emerged, its essence torn apart by the Titan's perfected physique and overwhelming pressure.

Yue saw it instantly.

Summoning was no longer an option.

So she chose annihilation—or transcendence.

Just as Knodalon had devoured his beasts, Yue turned inward and opened herself completely. Every spirit under her dominion answered her call, not emerging into the world, but collapsing inward instead. Thousands of spiritual wills surged into her body at once, each carrying its law, element, and existence.

For any ordinary being, such an act would have meant immediate erasure. Flesh would rupture, the soul would fracture, and identity itself would be consumed.

But Yue was no longer ordinary.

With infinite mana flooding her channels and law-bending instinctively around her will, she endured.

Space rippled violently around her, warping as though reality itself struggled to define her existence. Her white hair unfurled, growing longer and brighter, drifting weightlessly as if submerged in starlight. Her ruby eyes ignited, no longer merely human in shape, but burning with pure authority. Her snow-white skin thinned and turned translucent, veins of light pulsing beneath it, her silhouette blurring as spirit and flesh overlapped.

She hovered between two states… between life and transcendence.

Spirit Form.

A forbidden, high-tier technique where a spiritualist temporarily embodies the full aspects of their contracted spirits, reinforcing their body, soul, and authority.

In lesser practitioners, it granted brute strength or heightened elemental control.

Yue's was something else entirely. By fusing every spirit she commanded into a single, unified existence, she did not simply enhance herself—she ascended. For a fleeting handful of seconds, Yue became a being on the threshold of godhood.

The Spirit Queen.

Silver clouds spiralled around her body like a celestial mantle, each wisp infused with law and will. Otherworldly energy flooded outward, forcibly overriding the ambient mana of the battlefield. Spells unravelled. Elements bowed.

The world itself adjusted to her presence, as though acknowledging a higher authority. Her body screamed in protest.

This form wasn't for mortals. Her flesh was still weak, her soul not yet fully divine.

Prolonged exposure would cause irreversible dissolution—her body breaking down into pure spirit, her humanity lost forever.

Five seconds. At most, ten.

But that was more than enough for her.

Yue raised her finger as the power of law congregated all around her.

The Beast Titan felt it in its veins. Instinct screamed at him to flee, to abandon all pride and survive. But he stood firm. If it was going to die, it was going to do so fighting to the end.

And Yue obliged him.

The sky collapsed. A tempest of pure magic detonated outward, countless condensed spells forming instantaneously before crashing down like divine judgment. Magic missiles screamed through the air faster than sound, faster than perception, each strike carrying layered laws that tore through space before piercing Knodalon's perfected hide.

Draconic scales shattered. Qilin-enhanced flesh was perforated. Regeneration tried and failed to keep pace.

The Beast Titan roared, attempting to retaliate with everything it had left… alas, Yue wasn't going to give him that luxury.

Yue's assault tracked him unerringly, reality itself guiding her wrath. Each heartbeat erased more of his body, reducing divine flesh to ruin.

Five seconds passed.

The silver clouds dispersed. Yue's form destabilised, light fracturing from her limbs as the Spirit Queen was forcibly undone.

She fell from the sky, slamming into the ground as her ethereal body collapsed back into fragile flesh. She gasped for air, lungs burning, vision swimming as exhaustion tore through her. Her eyelids fluttered as she forced herself to look up.

Knodalon lay broken. Entire portions of his body were gone, reduced to ruin and void. His flesh twitched and writhed, regeneration struggling to reassert itself—but the damage was too severe.

Even the Beast Titan's legendary vitality was failing. Slowly. Irrevocably. The end was no longer a question. It was approaching.

"Losing to an inferior creature… Xiphos and Agnosia were right… Our era is over."

"..."

Yue did not answer Knodalon.

She stepped forward and tore the divine core from the Beast Titan's chest with ruthless precision. There was no hesitation, no ceremony—only inevitability.

The core emerged slick with fading divinity, a dull brown sphere no larger than a pebble. And yet, within that insignificant fragment resided the godhood of one of the ancient world's pillars.

Its power was staggering. The moment it touched her palm, the core pulsed violently, struggling in instinctive defiance. Yue closed her fingers around it without pause, sealing its power beneath her grip as law snapped into place around the fragment.

Only then did she look back. Knodalon's colossal form was already unravelling, divine essence bleeding away with every passing second. His body cracked and crumbled, fragments of once-immortal flesh dissolving into ash before they could even strike the ground.

The Titan's presence—once enough to suffocate the world—was rapidly fading.

Yet before he could fully disintegrate, the Beast Titan lifted his head. And sneered. His final words hung on the edge of oblivion:

"My brethren will avenge me, inferior one."

"I know…" Yue smiled before looking over her shoulders at the pantheon candidates, who were frozen in place as they witnessed the end of the heaven-defying battle. "We're counting on that."

"Arrogant."

And with that, the Beast Titan, a pillar of the ancient world, faded to nothingness… marking Amon and Yue's first step in curbing the next Calamity.