Extra's Perfect Ending

Chapter 100: Demon fight

The tentacle flew at Reeva with malicious intent. He had to maintain concentration, keeping the surge of happiness from taking over. In the midst of controlling the coldness in his mind, he managed to move just enough to grab hold of the approaching demon’s tentacle, right behind the mouth, just before it reached him.

With his demon-enhanced strength, Reeva swung the white demon to the side like a rope, slamming it against the orange trees. The well-maintained trees were uprooted, and their fruit rolled across the ground, only to be crushed under the demon’s tentacles as it struggled to rise.

Reeva used this brief moment to regain control over the coldness in his mind. The happiness was running rampant inside his head, some managed to slip through, but Reeva held it in check.

He began filtering out the happiness that seeped into his thoughts, but his control was still unstable. He constructed a mental dam of coldness to prevent the mystic force from wreaking havoc like a tornado. The mystic force within his body, without the stabilizing effect of a circle, was incredibly difficult to control, and the book he relied on lacked details about managing such rampant power.

But he had no choice—he had to make do with what he had. He split his focus between keeping the mystic force in check and moving his body to respond to the demon’s attacks.

Another tentacle shot toward him, and Reeva narrowly dodged it. As it tried to circle back, he grabbed onto the white flesh, tearing it apart with both hands and tossing the lifeless tentacle aside.

With his newfound power, Reeva’s confidence surged. More happiness flooded his mind, making it harder to control, but he didn’t care anymore. He just needed to finish this quickly. With his mind still intact, he knew he was much smarter than this demon, which acted purely on instinct.

He seized the opportunity, recalling the training he had received from Hilda. Even if it was just muscle and stamina training, he had gained valuable combat knowledge from the short lessons she had taught him. He was confident that he was better equipped for this fight than the demon.

He quickly closed the distance and aimed a punch at the main body of the white demon, but it wouldn’t let him get close. It immediately used several tentacles to block the attack. The girth of each was wider than his arm.

Reeva tried again, but the tentacles blocked him once more. The fight seemed evenly matched, as Reeva couldn’t break through the demon’s defense. However, he was content with this trade-off because, with each clash, his mystic power proved stronger.

His body was more compact than the white demon’s, and the mystic power within him was more concentrated. Every punch he landed hurt the demon more than it hurt him.

The white demon knew this as well. Even with its animal instincts, it recognized that it was losing the battle. It screeched in an attempt to intimidate Reeva, but he remained unfazed, his mind focused on predicting the demon’s next move.

He launched another assault on its tentacles, but this time the outcome was different.

The battle shifted from Reeva gaining the upper hand to a stalemate. His attacks no longer seemed to hurt the demon. He didn’t know what had changed, but he kept trying, only to find that the more he pushed, the more the balance shifted against him.

After the tenth clash, he finally noticed the difference. When his punches made contact with the demon, his mystic force seemed to diminish before it could cause any damage. From this, he deduced that the demon had developed a thin layer of mystic power around its body, transforming Reeva’s happiness into the white demon’s belief.

Such a despicable belief.

Reeva despised the idea. It seemed too powerful to have been left out of the main story, suggesting that without his intervention, this power wouldn’t have spiraled out of control.

But that didn’t matter now. What mattered was that if this continued, he would lose. He could no longer engage the white demon in direct combat, he needed a new strategy.

Reeva backed off, trying to buy more time to think. The white demon, however, was relentless. It wouldn’t let Reeva escape so easily, especially since he was a treasure trove of mystic power that it could consume.

The white demon sent more tentacles after Reeva, but he blocked each one, trying to minimize the damage while figuring out how to end the fight as quickly as possible.

Then it hit him—the thin layer of white belief surrounding the demon had to exert power when they clashed. Mystic power dissipates when it’s outside the user’s body, which means that if the demon exerted its power passively, it would quickly lose its strength.

This meant that the demon had to expend its power every time Reeva made contact with its tentacles. If he could trick the demon into wasting its energy, he could win.

With a plan in mind, Reeva acted immediately. He telegraphed a punch, making it obvious, then pulled back just as it was about to land. The demon, expecting a real hit, instinctively tried to block it and trike him, but Reeva dodged its counterattack.

After receiving numerous attacks from the monster, Reeva began to predict its movements. Its attacks were simple, and Reeva started dodging them before they even landed. Each time, he followed up with a fake punch, drawing out more mystic force from the demon.

This strategy allowed him to waste a significant amount of the demon’s mystic power.

Visibly frustrated, the demon’s attacks became more rapid and aggressive, which played right into Reeva’s hands. The more frantic the demon became, the easier its attacks were to predict, and each time it attacked, Reeva countered with another fake punch. It doesn’t have enough intelligence to know that it would be fake.

The demon, driven by instinct, defended against the fake attacks every time, expending more and more of its energy. As Reeva continued his strategy, he began to notice a change—the white demon was shrinking in size.

A smile crept across Reeva’s face. The demon was losing its strength, and the tide of the battle was finally turning in his favor.

The no-touch technique!

He mutters a ridiculous martial art in his past life.