SSS-Rank Extra: I Got a Chaos System-Chapter 39: Guardian’s Fall

The forest burned behind them, smoke curling through the air.

Sylthra stepped closer, her silver hair flowing behind her

She looked around the forest. Her playful smirk vanished replaced by outmost seriousness.

Her eyes turn cold.

"You," she said, voice low and tight, "are going to pay for this."

A sheepish smile graced Kazuki's face. "Well... I don't have any cash on me," he asked. "Will leaf's do?"

Sylthra stared at him, gritting her teeth, she raised her hand.

All the vines around him lashed out in unison.

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They cracked through the air like whips, slashing down, shooting toward Kazuki with murderous intent.

He tried to move—but his limbs protested. The endless sprinting, the ritual chaos, the brutal fight with Raksha and his goons—it had all taken a toll on his body. Every muscle ached, every wound throbbed, his energy nearly spent.

Too slow.

DING!

A soft chime echoed in his mind like a celestial choir of angel from the heavens.

[Skill Activated: Survivor's Reflex (Passive)(E)]

Condition Met: Mortal Danger

Effect: Reaction speed increased by 10% for 30 seconds

Kazuki's eyes widened.

And suddenly—everything slowed.

The hiss of vines, once a blur of motion, became readable. His eyes followed them, reading there pattern.

Move

Kazuki dropped flat, the first vine missing his face by inches, slicing the ground behind him. He twisted, letting another whip graze his shoulder instead of piercing through it.

Three more came—fast, brutal.

He rolled, sprung back on his feet, air shimmered around his hand—ping!—and a dagger materialized from the inventory.

The first vine snapped toward his chest.

Slash—!

Kazuki ducked low and swept the blade upward. The dagger cleaved through the vine mid-strike with a satisfying shlk!.

Another came from his blind spot.

He turned, barely fast enough to deflect it. The impact jolted his wrist, but the vine recoiled.

As the third vine slashed at him, the air shimmered around his other hand—an odd warmth pulsing against his palm.

[Skill: Egg Bomb (C) Activated.]

With a soft plop, a fist-sized egg materialized in his grip.

Kazuki didn't hesitate.

He twisted his torso, ducking the last vine as it barely missed his face, and hurled the egg straight at Sylthra.

The lazy elf queen hadn't moved. She stood tall and elegant, as if moving to fight the monkey was beneath her, vines coiling protectively behind her.

When she saw the egg flying toward her, her expression flickered—confusion, then insult.

"Really?" she sneered. "An egg?"

It struck the ground at her feet.

BOOM!

The Egg Bomb exploded with a flash, the ground trembled, and thick golden mist rose around Sylthra.

Unfortunately, her instinct had kicked in. The vines coiled protectively behind her, absorbing the brunt of the blast.

The proximity of impact had shattered most of the defense, but she remained standing—barely flinching—though coughing from inhaling smoke.

Kazuki didn't waste the window. He sprinted forward, dagger gleaming, breath ragged but focused. His legs screamed in protest, but adrenaline drowned out the pain.

Sylthra's emerald, green eyes flickered through the haze. Her expression contorted—not with rage.

Panic.

She flung out her hand instinctively.

More vines erupted from the ground, snarling toward him like lashing serpent.

Kazuki leaped—the vines just missing his legs. One grazed his ankle mid-air, sending him spinning off balance.

He landed hard, shoulder-first, rolled with the momentum, and came back up in a crouch.

"Just die already monkey..." Sylthra growled, her voice rough from the smoke.

Kazuki didn't answer.

His breath came in sharp bursts——and another egg materialized in his hand.

Sylthra's eyes widened. The sharp glint of realization flickered within them.

The vines snapped back, retreating defensively around her in a tangled dome.

Kazuki let out an infuriating smirk.

He tossed it lightly between them—no strength, no windup—just a lazy underhand throw.

It landed right in the middle.

PLOP.

Her green eyes narrowed.

BOOM!

Smoke surged upward, a thick column of gold-tinted fog billowing between them like a magician's curtain. It swallowed her vision in seconds.

Sylthra staggered back, coughing, her elegant posture crumbling as the golden smoke engulfed her.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly.

Thump-thump. Thump-thump.

Her heart thundered like a war drum in her ears.

Her eyes—those proud, emerald jewels—flicked in every direction, wild and unfocused, searching for him in the haze.

Left.

Right.

Behind her.

Above?

But there was nothing. Just smoke and shadows.

And silence.

The silence was the worst part.

Her fingers trembled

Tears welled up in her eyes—not from pain, not from smoke.

From fear.

The fear of the unknown. The fear of failure.

The fear that this chaotic monkey, with his stupid eggs and that maddening grin, had outplayed her.

Her breath hitched.

"Show yourself..." she whispered, voice cracking. "I am Sylthra... Guardian of the Forest... I—"

A shadow moved.

Her eyes snapped toward it, breath frozen in her lungs.

Kazuki tore through the haze, bursting from the golden smoke like a phantom. In Sylthra eyes he appeared like a grim reaper, his dagger gleaming as if thirsting to procure her soul.

"RAAAAHHH!"

Kazuki screamed. His eyes were wide, bloodshot, wild with adrenaline and exhaustion. A storm of emotion surged behind them: fury, defiance... and a mad spark of victory.

"NO—!"

Sylthra screamed too, staggering back. The defensive tendrils she'd instinctively summoned surged forward like a tidal wave of green—snapping, whipping, filled with desperation.

Kazuki revealed his other hand—

More eggs.

Three of them, glowing faintly with that ridiculous golden shimmer, each pulsing like tiny bombs of doom. His grin widened, unhinged.

"No—!" Sylthra's eyes widened in horror.

Plop—plop—plop!

He threw them in quick succession, not at her, but at the ground around her dome of defense—one to the left, one to the right, and one just a little behind.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The explosions rang out in a chaotic rhythm, each blast rocking the earth and shaking her shield of vines.

Her defensive dome shattered—splintered and shredded by the overlapping blasts. The vines fell in smoking heaps, scorched and writhing like dying snakes.

Sylthra's breath hitched. She had no time to summon another wall. No time to dodge.

She had to fight.

A sharp whistle escaped her lips—her command.

Two long whip-like vines shot out from the scorched earth, reforming from scattered roots, slithering into her grasp like loyal hounds. She grabbed them mid-air, each one hardened at the tip like a sharpened blade.

She spun once, fast—elegant—and lashed forward with both whips.

Kazuki didn't flinch.

The twin vine-blades cracked through the air, whistling like vipers. He ducked the first, deflected the second with a desperate parry of his dagger.

he force jolted through his arm, nearly knocking the weapon from his grip—but he held firm.

Sylthra advanced, fury in her eyes now—a beautiful storm of nature's wrath. Her movements were sharp and fluid, the vines extending her reach, slashing in arcs.

But Kazuki... he moved closer.

Every strike she unleashed, he slipped past—barely. He bobbed low, twisted high, rolled under a strike that would've sliced him in half.

Sweat dripped from his brow. His body was screaming, running on fumes, but his instincts screamed.

Clang!

Kazuki's dagger locked with the vine-blade, the metal edge catching just right. He gritted his teeth and pushed back, forcing her arm upward.

She gasped—not used to being matched in raw force.

Now, both were just shy step and two away from each other.

She spun, whips crossing in an X-strike meant to tear him apart.

Kazuki dove under.

He rolled

—then popped up behind her.

Sylthra whirled—

Too slow.

Kazuki's elbow cracked against her jaw.

"Ghhk—!" She reeled.

He didn't stop.

Another swing of her vine came, but this time he stepped in close, parried at the root, and slashed up.

Her whip arm jerked back, cut.

Her eyes widened.

Slash!

He moved again—too fast to react to.

A line of red appeared on her shoulder as he nicked her with his dagger.

Sylthra screamed, her voice raw—half defiance, half desperation.

"I won't lose to a monkey!"

Kazuki didn't stop.

His body was a furnace of agony now, every motion sheer willpower. But he surged forward, relentless.

"Too bad," he rasped, eyes burning. "This monkey bites."

She lashed her vine again, wild and furious, a blur of green trying to reclaim dominance. But Kazuki was already inside her guard. His dagger flashed—a blur of silver—and carved a shallow line across her thigh.

She gasped, stumbled.

She collapsed to one knee.

He stood over her now, panting. Bloody.

"Stay... down,"