Extra's Perfect Ending

Chapter 147: Trouble

It was a stunning moment, the moment that blood ran through Tula’s body into the core of the bride. At that moment the body gleans with a shining light, a body that is decaying is rapidly gaining life. And finally, the bride opened her eyes.

Reeva’s mind raced. He was already contending with the white demon’s essence trying to take over the bride’s corpse, Lola’s near-dead body, and Hilda teetering on the edge of losing control. Now, Tula was here, a man who could command people’s bodies like puppets, adding an entirely new layer of danger.

"Tula," Reeva growled, his demon-imbued voice cutting through the tension. "What do you want?"

He rushes in to punch the man but Tula simply backs off, since his mystic power has gotten lost, it’s a matter of time before the corpse comes to life.

Reeva’s voice felt a bit quivered, he didn’t know what Tula was doing. Hilda said that Tula’s power didn’t seem to be controlling blood to move people’s bodies and Reeva couldn’t guess what power he had. But he knew that this guy appearing here wasn’t good news.

Tula didn’t answer right away. Instead, his eyes remained fixed on the bride’s body, which had started to twitch and spasm under the influence of the white demon’s fragment. The transformation had begun.

"What do I want?" Tula smiled, the expression not reaching his eyes. "I want what I always want control. Power. A new toy to play with. And today, it looks like I’ll be getting a particularly rare one."

Reeva’s mind flashed with options, but none of them were good. He could feel Hilda’s mystic force fluctuating dangerously beside him. She’d already overexerted herself stopping the squid-like creature. The blood-soaked floor beneath her feet was a sign that her body was barely holding together.

"I can’t let you take her," Reeva spat, positioning himself between Tula and the bride’s corpse, still pulsing with demonic energy.

Tula laughed softly, shaking his head. "Oh, Penu, this isn’t a fight you can win. Look at her!" He gestured toward the corpse, which now jerked violently, its limbs contorting as the white demon’s essence forced its way in. "Once she’s revived, neither you nor your little maid can stop her."

Reeva glanced at Hilda. Her red-tinted demon form was cracking her control fraying. She was holding on, but only just. If she lost control now, they’d have two demons to fight—Tula’s puppet and whatever Hilda became if she snapped.

Reeva clenched his fists. Think. He still had the picture’s mystic force within him, but he hadn’t had time to understand its full potential. He could feel the power thrumming inside his yellow circle, but it was erratic, unfamiliar.

"Tula," Reeva began, trying to buy time, "you always had a weakness, didn’t you? You need bodies—hosts—to stay alive. How long can you keep swapping before one finally rejects you?"

Tula raised an eyebrow, amused by the attempt to rattle him. "Nice try, Penu. But I don’t think that’s something you’ll live long enough to find out."

Before Reeva could react, Tula flicked his hand, and the bride’s body convulsed one last time before sitting up with a sickening snap of its joints. Her eyes—once hollow and lifeless—now burned with the cold, endless void of the white demon.

Reeva’s blood ran cold. This was no longer just a corpse. The white demon had fully manifested within the bride’s body, and Tula was preparing to take control of it.

At that exact moment, Tula’s body convulsed, his hand clutching his head as pain wracked him. Reeva saw a golden opportunity. He needed to act fast. Two options flashed through his mind: kill Tula again or destroy the demon bride.

With no time to think, he chose the demon bride. Killing Tula was easier, but Reeva suspected that if he killed Tula first, the demon would fully descend and manifest its power. Everything was already in place, and it only needed one last step.

Tula, while powerful, was just another mystic. Even as a third-circle mystic, he was less dangerous than a demon running wild.

Hilda gritted her teeth, struggling to maintain control over her body. If she moved even another step, the rampant mystic energy would overwhelm her. Normally, she could suppress it after winning a fight, but the battle against Lola had dragged on too long.

Rushing forward, Reeva closed in on the bride, who was momentarily frozen. Reeva imagined that Lola’s consciousness was fighting the void for control of the body. Without hesitation, he infused his power into his fist and punched the bride in the face.

Bang!

The force was terrifying. The demon’s body had transformed him, giving Reeva enough strength to smash through walls. He expected to send the bride flying, but instead, her hand moved—blocking his strike.

"You... dare... strike... me?"

The words were slow and disjointed, but the echo was unmistakable—the void entity was speaking. From what Reeva knew, it shouldn’t have been this difficult for the void to speak through a human body. Tula’s influence must be affecting the possession.

Reeva threw another punch, and the bride’s hand moved again to block it. But this time, it was slower. Reeva’s fists worked rapidly; he was faster than the corpse now, and eventually, one of his strikes landed.

Two mystic forces clashed as his punch connected, and in that moment, Reeva felt something click. He finally began to understand his own power—he had a sense of what his mystic energy could do.

But before Reeva could confirm his newfound power, the white demon shifted. Its pace quickened, matching Reeva’s speed. It began blocking his strikes more effectively, and finally, it pulled itself free from the coffin. Its cold, unblinking eyes scanned the room before locking onto Reeva.

It examined its new body with slow, deliberate hand movements, testing its newfound strength.

"HAHAHAHAHA!" An echoing, sinister laugh erupted from the bride. "I won... I won... HAHAHAHAHA!"

Reeva eyes brow knitted into a ball.

"Who are you"

He asked, unsure of what the hell was going on.