THE EXTRA WHO SHOULDN'T EXISTC40: The Cliffs, the chaos, and the Princess
Chapter 40: Chapter 40: The Cliffs, the chaos, and the Princess
The wind howled like a banshee as Alex made his way through the overgrown trails leading toward the northern cliffs of the Deserted Isle Island. With each step, the air grew colder, more ominous—as if the cliffs themselves were exhaling ancient warnings.
"Alright, Let's go punch some wildlife in the face."
He didn't have to wait long.
From the thick shrubs emerged a pair of Novice-rank Clawbeaks, avian beasts with sharp talons and even sharper beaks. They screeched as they lunged toward him, wings spread wide.
Alex side-stepped one and sliced through the air with his sword, landing a clean hit.
'First form Void Step.'
He blinked behind the second Clawbeak and ended its squawk with a quick, efficient strike.
A few moments later, more Intermediate-rank monsters showed up:
A snarling Earthhide Boar charged at him with tusks gleaming like polished stone.
A pack of Shadowfang Wolves darted through the mist.
"Ah, the welcoming committee," Alex said, grinning. "Let's dance."
Using a combination of Phantom Rend and Celestial Flow, he dodged, parried, and counterattacked with smooth efficiency.
Each strike of his blade echoed with grace and brutality.
By the time he stood at the base of the northern cliffs, the bodies of defeated monsters lay behind him like trophies of war.
After some time he finally reached his destination but there was just a small problem.
The cliffs loomed tall, crumbling at the edges like a pile of cursed pastries.
"Yup," Alex said, cracking his knuckles. "Nothing like vertical cardio to get the blood pumping."
The climb was hell. Each handhold threatened to crumble, each ledge a gamble with gravity. He slipped twice, nearly fell once, and cursed the game designers five times.
At long last, with a grunt and a final pull, he hoisted himself to the top.
"There it is," he panted, spotting the cave entrance. "Glorious, damp, bat-infested mystery hole. I've finally found you."
He collapsed near a boulder and pulled out a nutrient bar.
Just like their weapons and artifacts they can also bring food here which alex liked about this exam.
"Nothing says 'heroic journey' like eating compressed chicken-flavored sawdust."
After a short rest, he stood, cracked his neck, and walked toward the dark cave.
Activating his recently purchased Night Vision skill, because he knew it will come handy in the entrance exam, the shadows peeled back, revealing details hidden in the darkness.
Almost immediately, he noticed something strange—footprints. Humanoid. Multiple sets.
"Huh. Company? Didn't thought some will reach here before me."
Drawing his sword, Alex advanced cautiously into the cave.
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Inside the Cave.
As he ventured deeper, faint sounds reached his ears—clashing steel, cries of magic, and the unmistakable screech of something... inhuman.
Alex crept forward until the tunnel opened into a wide chamber.
There, illuminated by enchanted arrows and bursts of magic, stood Elaria Moonshade Lareth'Thalas—elven royalty, decked out in elegant battle gear, her bow shimmering like starlight, and her rapier flashing in close-quarters combat.
"Well, that's new," Alex murmured. "She's not supposed to be here ... Did I cause a plot butterfly again?"
He stayed in the shadows, observing.
Elaria moved like liquid grace—releasing a barrage of arrows, each enhanced with elemental runes, then switching seamlessly to her rapier when a tendril lashed too close. Her minions—a squad of well-trained elven guards—formed a protective circle around her.
And in front of them...
The Abysskin Dreadmaw.
A hulking monstrosity with chitinous armor slick with abyssal ooze. Twin jaws jutted from a gnarled maw, and its six glowing red eyes darted in every direction. Its movements were deceptively fast, slithering through shadows, appearing suddenly behind victims. Each of its strikes left behind black miasma, eating away at protective shields.
From Alex's point of view, it was more than just dangerous.
"Advance (Mid) rank," Alex whispered, eyes narrowing. "And some attributes definitely compensating for some intelligence."
Despite their coordination, Elaria and her forces were being pushed back. One by one, her eleven candidates fell.
First to venomous tentacles, then to a surprise acid burst from the creature's underbelly.
Elaria fought with pride and skill, using both her weapons fluently—arrows flying in perfect arcs before she ducked into close combat, her rapier glowing with wind enchantments. She even barked orders, leading with precise strategy.
"She's good," Alex admitted, impressed.
But even she was losing.
Two minions remained, barely holding on. Elaria's breaths were labored, her armor cracked it looked like she was barely holding on.
"Princess, retreat!" one candidate shouted.
"We can't hold him!" said the other.
Elaria, bloodied but proud, hissed through clenched teeth, "An heir of Lareth'Thalas does not run from monsters."
She knew it was live and her whole country is watching.
The Dreadmaw's many eyes gleamed.
It was playing with them.
Then it struck.
One minion leapt in front of Elaria to intercept the blow—his body torn in two mid-air as he got eliminated.
The last minion, eyes wide with terror, screamed and bolted toward the exit.
Elaria stood her ground alone, her limbs trembling, a flicker of doubt in her eyes.
But even then she stealed herself and was prepared to fight to the bitter end.
Alex thought .' Is she an idiot as royalty she should know when to retreat.'
"Looks like her pride is getting in the way."
The same problem that he saw many times in the game with her character.
If she gets eliminated here, Alex thought grimly, the plot can get screwed up. That'll mess up my power climb too.
As the monster raised its claw for the final blow—
Void Step.
Alex appeared in front of Elaria, sword up, catching the creature's strike just in time.
Sparks flew.
Elaria blinked.
"Wha—"
He turned slightly, smiling. "Yo."
She saw him clearly now—silver hair, piercing blue eyes, confident smirk. A prince out of a fairytale... or perhaps, a nightmare.
As alex parried the monsters strike to get some room.
He princess-carried her without hesitation, his footwork light as he dodged another strike.
Elaria, bracing for impact, opened her eyes to find herself cradled in the arms of a silver-haired human.
"W-Who are—" Her voice cut off as her eyes zeroed in on his ear.
A rounded, human ear.
"You're a human?!" she screeched. "How dare you touch me, human!"
"Unhand me, human! " she snapped, indignation flaring.
Alex raised an eyebrow a vein popped into his head.
"Oh? My bad, your high-elfiness."
He let go.
Thud.
She hit the ground with a rather undignified grunt.
"Ouch! " she exclaimed, glaring up at him.
Alex stopped himself from laughing but a scoff still came out.
Her face turned beet red—not from embarrassment, but from pure, unfiltered rage.
Despite knowing the situation she stared cursing him.
"You uncultured, mannerless monkey—!"
Alex yawned. "And you're welcome, by the way."
The Dreadmaw hissed again, looming in the background like he was telling them that he was also there.
Alex grinned and cracked his knuckles. "Now then, big guy. How about you and I finish what they started?"
The Dreadmaw roared, its attention now fixed on Alex. The battle was far from over.
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THE EXTRA WHO SHOULDN'T EXISTC41: Broadcast and Battle
Chapter 41: Chapter 41: Broadcast and Battle
Global Broadcast of the Zenith Enterance Exam.
Across the continents, all eyes were glued to the live stream. In the heart of the magical cities, the common folk clustered around massive holographic displays.
In the modern metropolis of Avaloria, citizens watched via EtherPads and grand Lumisphere projections.
Throughout the elven lands, floating Ether Crystals pulsed with radiant light, projecting the live broadcast into the air. Suspended mid-sky like drifting stars, they channeled pure Ether energy to display every moment of the Zenith entrance exam in vivid, lifelike clarity.
The live broadcast unfolded—every movement rendered in stunning detail, powered by the pulse of Ether itself.
Commentator One : "Ladies and gentlemen, we're witnessing history! The Zenith Academy's simulation exam has pushed candidates to their limits—but right now, in the Northern cliff Cave, things are getting intense!"
Commentator Two : "You said it. Princess Elaria Moonshade Lareth'Thalas and her team are locked in a brutal engagement with the Abysskin Dreadmaw, an Advance (Mid) Rank beast!"
Elaria's hair flowed like moonlight as she darted across the jagged cavern floor, her mana-infused arrows flying with precision. The elven warriors flanked her, blades humming with ancestral energy, but the Dreadmaw was a nightmare given form—flesh like blackened steel, a gaping maw lined with rotating fangs, and six jagged limbs that moved like a spider's.
It roared, sending waves of darkness from its mouth, shattering spells mid-air and distorting mana. Each strike from the team barely left a mark.
Commentator One: "They're being pushed back! That thing isn't just powerful—it's learning their patterns!"
Commentator Two: "A tactical nightmare. The Dreadmaw's abyssal energy is corrupting the terrain, and even Princess Elaria's elite formation is faltering."
Elaria charged a radiant arrow of pure starlight, aimed for the creature's eye—but a jagged limb whipped out.
She didn't see it coming.
Then it struck.
One minion leapt in front of Elaria to intercept the blow—his body torn in two mid-air as he got eliminated.
The last minion, eyes wide with terror, screamed and bolted toward the exit.
Elaria stood her ground alone, her limbs trembling, a flicker of doubt in her eyes.
As the monster raised its claw for the final blow—
As the monster was about to land the final blow.
The screen flickered.
A silver hair figure emerged.
Alex appeared in front of Elaria, sword up, catching the creature's strike just in time.
Blue lightning streaked through the darkness.
Void Step.
A blur of silver and blue intercepted the blow, sword clashing with claw, energy crackling.
Commentator One: "What the—?! Who's that?!"
Commentator Two (Shocked): "I'm running face recognition now... That's... Alex Dragonheart?! "
Elaria, wide-eyed, looked up from the ground. "You...?"
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Reactions in the Elven Empire
In the capital of Eldoria, the footage displayed on a colossal crystal screen—the Luminae Arc—held the entire city in breathless silence.
Nobles clutched their arms; warriors frowned.
"He... saved her," someone whispered.
But then... realization.
"A human."
Murmurs filled the city. Gratitude warred with pride. Embarrassment bloomed.
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Inside the Elven Palace
King Thalion Moonshade Lareth'Thalas and Queen Aeliana Moonshade Lareth'Thalas watched from their throne room.
King Thalion Moonshade Lareth'Thalas stood tall with the regal bearing of a timeless monarch, his emerald robes flowing like wind-touched leaves, golden blond hair cascading down his back in intricate braids that shimmered with enchantments.
His eyes, ancient and piercing, held the weight of centuries and the authority of a ruler whose will shaped empires. But beside him stood a vision that silenced even the most eloquent poets—Queen Aeliana Moonshade Lareth'Thalas, the Radiant Bloom of Eldoria.
Her beauty was nothing short of ethereal, as if sculpted by moonlight itself. Skin like luminous pearl, eyes of starlit amethyst, and hair that flowed like a silver waterfall kissed by twilight, she moved with a grace that defied mortal comprehension.
Each step she took seemed to ripple the very air, her presence serene yet unearthly, like a living embodiment of the goddess herself.
Even amidst the grandeur of the crystal throne room, it was the queen who drew every gaze—her elegance not just seen, but felt, like a divine melody humming in the soul.
The Queen, ethereal and composed, whispered, "He protected her."
The King's brow twitched. "He carried her like a damsel in distress."
Aeliana chuckled, "Would you prefer she be flattened like a pancake?"
"...He could've set her down differently."
"Jealous?"
"Hmph."
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Inside the cave.
"Try not to get eaten next time, princess," Alex said with a smirk, gently placing Elaria behind a rocky outcrop.
The Dreadmaw turned.
Its soulless eyes locked on him.
Alex rolled his shoulders. "Alright, ugly. Let's dance."
The Fight Begins
The Abyss Dreadmaw lunged, its maw tearing through rock. Alex blinked out of existence.
Void Step.
He reappeared above the creature's back, blade glowing.
Phantom Rend.
Slashes danced through the air, afterimages cutting deep. Sparks erupted. The beast shrieked, black ichor spilling.
It twisted, a limb swinging. Alex ducked.
Celestial Flow.
He moved like water over rocks—graceful, seamless.
The Dreadmaw opened its mouth.
Abyssal Howl!
A cone of corrupt energy rushed out. Alex's body flickered with white-blue lightning.
Lightning Affinity: Surge Form.
He vanished from the cone's path, reappearing behind.
"Too slow!" he quipped, slashing with full force.
The Dreadmaw roared, its hide toughening, regenerating.
It Adapted.
It spun rapidly, catching Alex mid-air with a claw.
Alex flipped back, landing with a heavy thud.
Using All His Skills
"Let's up the tempo."
He activated Power Focus, boosting strength.
Keen Instinct kicked in, predicting the Dreadmaw's next attack. He weaved past its spikes.
Alex started to use all his skills in full force immediately feeling the effects.
Enhanced Agility, Mana Control, Combat Sense, Momentum Shift, Adaptive Reflex, Lightning Step, Counter, Perception Boost—
A whirlwind of combat.
Force Control (D) – Growth Type.
He redirected the force of the Dreadmaw's strikes into the ground, negating its momentum.
Shadow Step.
He flickered behind a limb that crashed down, stabbing into a joint.
Titan's Resilience.
The Dreadmaw slammed him into a wall—Alex tanked it, cracks spreading but no scream escaping his lips.
He leapt again, activating Heavy Strike.
His blade grew heavier with mana weight, carving into the beast's shoulder with the might of a falling star.
He ducked under a tail.
Dodge (F).
Swift and clean.
The Dreadmaw spewed acidic bile—Alex smirked.
Phantom Shift.
His body became a blur, an afterimage evading the acid. He slipped through reality for ten full minutes, dancing along the edge of possibility.
Claws missed by hairs. Alex was everywhere and nowhere.
Unyielding Will (D).
Pain meant nothing.
He was cut. Bruised. Bleeding.
But he moved.
Faster. Smarter.
Even the Dreadmaw seemed... cautious now.
He exhaled.
Then blinked.
"Not yet," Alex whispered.
He launched into the air again.
Lightning curled around him.
He slashed—Bladestorm Mirage.
A dozen cuts in a second. A flurry of phantom strikes.
The Dreadmaw screeched, roaring back in desperation.
Its tentacles lashed out in every direction, trying to crush him.
He twisted in mid-air, flipped, kicked off a stalactite—
And slammed his blade into its eye.
BOOM!
The cavern shook. A geyser of black ichor exploded.
The Dreadmaw staggered.
But it wasn't dead.
Not yet.
It convulsed, entering berserk mode. Its body pulsed with abyssal energy.
Commentator One: "He's doing it! He's forcing it into berserk!"
Commentator Two: "This is suicide! He needs backup!"
Commentator One: "Wait... he's smiling?!"
Alex was also getting bored from the fights he encountered in the island this was the first real fight that he encountered since coming to the island.
So he was very excited unknowingly a grin like a battle maniac appeared on his face that made even the elven princess flinch.
Alex met the monster's gaze head on.
"I needed a challenge anyway."
He stood atop a rock, bloodied and bruised.
His sword crackled with lightning.
The Dreadmaw charged one final time—
Alex met it head-on.
Their clash exploded with lightning and shadow.
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THE EXTRA WHO SHOULDN'T EXISTC42: The Lightning vs the shadow
Chapter 42: Chapter 42: The Lightning vs the shadow
Elaria's POV
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Elaria Moonshade Lareth'Thalas, Princess of the Elven Dominion, stood beside a shattered boulder, her eyes wide in disbelief.
Abyss Dreadmaw.
A monstrous, aberrant nightmare born from the depths of the abyss. Scales harder than obsidian, jaws that could cleave boulders, and a miasma of chaotic energy that warped the very air around it.
The academy has deliberately choose this monster in this test to push the cadets to their absolute limit.
And yet—
That silver-haired human...
He fought it alone.
Her bow trembled slightly in her grip, not out of fear, but from sheer incredulity. How? How could a single person stand toe-to-toe with a beast like that? Even she, having broken through to Advance (Low) rank recently, couldn't do anything against it.
She had tried.
Alongside other candidates, many of whom were trained from the cradle in elite war families, they had mounted an offensive. And they had been decimated.
Only that man—no, that boy had stood his ground.
From the aura he was radiating he as also a Advance(low) rank. And from her knowledge only only prodigies of her generation has broken threw that rank.
She watched him fight not letting even a moment to slip by.
His silver hair billowing like a tempest. That easygoing smirk stretched across his face. That battle-maniac smile that sent chills down her spine.
He's enjoying this, she realized, eyes narrowing. The raw ecstasy in his expression wasn't just pride or arrogance. It was the thrill of battle. A kind she had only seen in warlords.
And he was a human, too. She never had a particular liking for humans—especially the men. The way most of them ogled her, a princess, as if she were a prize to be won. But this one...
This one has the audacity to talk back to her and letting her fall on the ground like she was a sack of potatoes.
He hadn't even looked at her. Not once.
But the fact remains that he had helper her and so she would also reply in kind.
As she began stepping forward, bow still in hand, intent on offering aid, a voice cut through the air like lightning itself:
"Don't interfere. This one's all mine."
Her breath hitched. The sheer command in his tone made her stop cold.
Elaria paused, studying him once more. His movements were no longer reckless or flamboyant. Every step, every parry, every dodge carried with it surgical precision.
Like he was already adapting to the monsters patterns just like the abyss dreadmaw that he was fighting.
And then there was his sword art.
It was unlike anything she had ever seen. And she was no stranger to sword arts. She had been raised amongst the finest swordmasters of her realm. But this one—this art seemed to bend reality. It flowed like water yet struck like thunder. His blade left afterimages, distortions, rips in the very fabric of space.
An Advance (Low) rank fighting a monster of Advance (Mid) rank head-on? And winning?
No. Dominating.
'Just Who the hell is this guy?' she thought, heart pounding.
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Alex's POV
Alex Dragonheart stood atop the broken rock, sword crackling faintly with residual mana. He saw her—Elaria. She had stood up.
Tch. Sit down, princess.
He couldn't let her interfere.
So his voice rang out."Don't interfere princess this one's all mine."
This was his moment.
This was his declaration.
To Ethan.
To Alden.
To everyone watching the Zenith Academy Entrance Exam Broadcast.
He was not just some extra NPC in their world. He was not just a side character to be brushed aside.
He was Alex Dragonheart.
And he would make them remember that name.
The Abyss Dreadmaw roared, scales glowing a deep crimson. Its eyes turned feral. The air around it distorted.
Berserk State.
"Finally getting serious, huh?" Alex muttered, lips curling into a grin. "Good. So am I."
He twirled his sword once, then held it to the sky. Static surged around him. Sparks danced across his armor. His hair floated, lifted by an unseen charge.
Then he whispered:
"Lightning Resonance."
The world shifted.
The cave lit up with lightning. A booming lightning crack echoed across the cave. A bolt of lightning struck his sword, not from the sky—but from himself.
His blade glowed.
No. It became lightning.
His aura expanded like a tidal wave. Even through the broadcasting screen, the audience watching live gasped collectively.
In the control room of the exam arena, several instructors stood up.
"He can use resonance?!"
" I thought only prodigies like Alden has reached this level."
"That's supposed to be a very difficult technique!"
"What the hell is up with this generation.'
"Who is this kid?!"
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The Abyss Dreadmaw charged.
Maw open.
Screeching a war cry that shattered nearby rocks.
Alex responded in kind.
He launched himself forward, his feet sparking with lightning. His movements were a blur. The air behind him boomed from displacement.
CLASH!
Their first impact sent shockwaves through the canyon. Rocks shattered. A crater formed beneath them.
The Dreadmaw whipped its tail. Alex ducked beneath it, delivering an upward slash that severed three of its crimson scales. The beast roared in agony.
Alex flipped mid-air, dodged a swipe, and drove his sword into the creature's flank. Lightning surged into its body, making it convulse.
"Come on! You're a mid-ranker, right?! Show me something spicy!"
The Dreadmaw spun and unleashed a torrent of dark mana. A breath attack that disintegrated anything in its path.
Alex raised his hand.
"Void Step!"
He vanished.
Reappearing above the Dreadmaw's head. His sword whistled down.
Phantom Rend!
Seven slashes in an instant. Each one leaving a blinding afterimage.
The creature screeched, now bleeding black ichor from its back.
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Elaria shielded her eyes, the sheer pressure making her activate a shielding artifact.
The ground shook beneath her. Dust flew. The energy radiating from the fight was unreal.
It wasn't just a fight. It was a storm.
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Back to Alex
The beast pounced. Alex didn't move.
He inhaled.
Then, he said: "Celestial Flow."
His body became fluid.
He glided under the beast's claws, spun around, and sliced across its legs. Then, he flipped backward, dodging another tail swipe.
"You're getting slower," he said casually, lightning flickering in his pupils.
The Abyss Dreadmaw roared and leapt for one final strike.
Now or never.
Alex crouched.
Lightning arced across his sword.
"Let me show you the storm."
Bladestorm Mirage!
A hundred slashes. A tornado of lightning and steel. The technique engulfed the beast, carving into it with furious grace.
With a final howl, the Abyss Dreadmaw collapsed.
Dead.
Eliminated from the exam.
His EVOband chimed with the notification of points.
But alex was not paying attention to that.
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Silence.
Alex stood in the center of a crater, breathing heavily. His clothes were torn, and blood ran down his arms. He looked like death.
But he was smiling.
He staggered toward Elaria, that same cocky grin on his face.
"Did I look cool princess?" he asked, voice hoarse. "To Be honest, I think I overdid it at the end. Might have pulled something. Maybe a spleen. Do spleens pull?"
Elaria blinked once.
And then, in one swift motion, she raised her bow.
Thunk!
An arrow shot forward, whistling through the air.
Alex's eyes widened.
"Wait, what the he—"
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THE EXTRA WHO SHOULDN'T EXISTC43 : A favour
Chapter 43: Chapter 43 : A favour
Alex's eyes widened.
"Wait, what the he—"
A sharp whoosh of air passed Alex's cheek.
"Ow—!" he flinched as an arrow barely grazed him, tearing a thread of his collar. "You maniac! You could've killed me!"
Behind him, a bat-like monster—barely novice rank—let out a dying screech and crumpled, the arrow having impaled it clean through the head.
Elaria stepped out from behind a moss-covered boulder, lowering her bow and smirking.
"Now we're even, human."
Alex turned to her, dumbfounded. "Even?! Are you joking? I just saved you from an Abyss Dreadmaw—a mid-rank monster that could turn you into elf pudding—and you skewer a flying rat that was a mild inconvenience at best. And that's even?
Maybe next time I see a Dreadmaw, I'll let it nibble your ears off."
"As expected from a brute and by the way i didn't need your help," Elaria sniffed. "You chose to interfere."
Alex clutched his chest dramatically. "You wound me, princess. Both literally and emotionally. Your arrow grazed me, by the way. I might need years of therapy."
Elaria rolled her eyes. "That's for dropping me like a sack of potatoes, you brute."
"Oh come on, I saved your life and I didn't drop you—I placed you down with minimal bruising!"
"Minimal bruising?" she scoffed. "My back still hurts."
Elaria folded her arms. "Next time, maybe cushion my fall with your ego. I saw that it's thick enough."
"Says the elven princess who thinks she's doing me a favor by almost killing me."
"Says the human who thinks he's charming when he talks like a second-rate theater actor."
They stood there for a moment, glaring, then simultaneously both of them smirked.
"Name's Alex," he said, giving a theatrical bow. "Alex Dragonheart, future famous figure, current sarcasm enthusiast."
Elaria raised a brow. "Elaria Moonshade Lareth'Thalas, Princess of the Elven empire, wielder of the Moonshade Bow, future Queen, and currently suffering your company."
"Well, Your Royal Elfiness, pleasure's all mine."
"Don't call me that."
"Too late. Nickname achieved."
As they walked toward the cave's exit, the teasing banter faded, replaced by silence. The light at the end of the tunnel glowed faintly, a reminder of the world outside. Then Elaria stopped.
Then Elaria's tone shifted, serious. Her bow lowered.
"...Why did you save me, Alex?"
He blinked, caught off guard by the sudden shift. "Huh?"
"You would've benefitted if I was eliminated," she said softly, her expression unreadable. "You had no reason to interfere."
Alex stared at her, mind racing.
Can't tell her the truth... if she gets eliminated, it screws up the plot. Who knows what ripple effects it'll cause?
He cleared his throat and struck a heroic pose, hands on hips.
"Well, my fair lady, I simply couldn't allow a damsel to fall to the fangs of foul evil!"
She blinked. "...Did you just quote a bad fantasy drama?"
"Coincidence," Alex said with a mock-sparkle in his eye. "I'm just naturally that chivalrous."
Elaria narrowed her eyes, clearly suspicious. "You're a terrible liar."
"I'm hurt. Truly."
She studied him for a moment longer, then looked away with a sigh. "...Fine. I'll let it go."
Elaria narrowed her eyes. "You are dangerously cheesy."
"And yet, undeniably effective."
She huffed, clearly not convinced. Internally, she was analyzing every move he made. Was he a threat? An ally? Or just a reckless lunatic with a death wish and a silver tongue?
Finally, she exhaled. "You saved me. That means... I owe you one favor. Within reason, of course. That's all I can do for a human."
Alex smirked inwardly. Bingo. He carefully controlled his expression so she wouldn't notice.
"For an arrogant elven princess, you're pretty generous."
That did it.
"What did you just call me?!"
"You heard me, your Elviness."
"Oh, you insufferable—!"
Before the bickering could escalate into arrows and fists, a booming voice echoed from the sky.
"[Announcement: Only 10,000 candidates remain in the Zenith Entrance Exam.]"
Elaria blinked. "That many already down?"
She glanced at Alex, then smirked. "You know... I could take advantage of your 'injury' and eliminate you now."
"Oh? That how you treat your saviors?"
"As I said, I'm generous. I'm letting you off this time."
Alex chuckled. "You're welcome to try."
The air around him shifted slightly, the atmosphere growing heavy for a moment.
Elaria's eyes narrowed—but then it faded, like a mirage.
"...Tch. Showoff."
They turned to walk away in opposite directions.
"Don't get yourself eliminated, human," she said.
"You too, your Elviness," Alex quipped with a grin.
Before she could hurl a well-aimed insult, he activated [Shadow Step] and vanished into the trees.
Elaria crossed her arms and muttered, "I hate that guy."
' But he was strong undeniably so maybe he's worth keeping an eye on just like the others.'
After that she glanced down at her EVOband.
Ranking: 14
Points: 4220
"...I have to do better."
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Meanwhile...
After finally descending the cursed Northern Cliffs, Alex stood on the forest edge, glaring up at the jagged rocks.
"I hate those cliffs. I swear they tried to kill me more than the monsters did."
With a sigh, he tapped his EVOband.
Ranking: 4
Points: 5800
"Nice. Top five. Still got it."
He pulled out a low-rank healing potion and chugged it. The bitter taste reminded him of old cough syrup. "Blegh. Still gross."
His wounds slowly began to close, the dull ache fading. Sitting beneath a mossy tree, he took a moment to rest.
"I could just nap for an hour... no monsters, no elves, no death."
Rustling.
A breeze blew past, but the air didn't feel right. It was too cold. Too still.
His senses flared.
From the shadows of the trees, figures began to emerge—subtle at first, then all at once.
At least seven cloaked silhouettes. None of them made a sound.
Alex didn't move. Not yet.
He grinned.
"Well, well..." he muttered, cracking his knuckles. "Looks like the bloodsuckers are finally making their move."
The figures remained silent, the air heavy with tension.
Alex stood slowly, reaching for his blade.
As he heard the sounds of the footsteps approaching him.
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THE EXTRA WHO SHOULDN'T EXISTC44 : Lilith Noctis Bloodrose
Chapter 44: Chapter 44 : Lilith Noctis Bloodrose
The forest was quiet—too quiet.
Which, of course, meant something stupid was about to happen.
Alex Dragonheart stood under the canopy of whispering leaves, arms crossed, one brow arched as seven figures in dark, crimson-accented cloaks emerged from the mist. They moved with eerie grace, silent, regal, and unsettlingly in sync.
"Oh look," Alex muttered. "A dramatic entrance. Haven't seen one of those in twenty minutes."
The lead vampire, a tall man with ash-white hair and crimson eyes glowing faintly, stepped forward. His voice was smooth as velvet, but carried the chill of death.
"Alex Dragonheart. Our mistress summons you."
Alex blinked. "Summons? Wow. That sounds important. Should I bring flowers?"
None of the vampires reacted.
Alex grinned wider. "Let me rephrase: No thanks. I don't do cult meetings, and I definitely don't follow orders from bloodsuckers."
Another vampire hissed. "You would defy the command of Lilith Noctis Bloodrose?"
"I'm not just defying it," Alex said, drawing his sword with a flourish. "I'm ignoring it, mocking it, and shoving it where the sun doesn't shine—which, for you guys, is basically everywhere."
The lead vampire's eye twitched. "Then you leave us no choice."
"Oh no," Alex mock gasped. "Seven vampires are gonna jump me in the woods. Whatever shall I do?"
They lunged.
The clash began in an instant. One of the vampires moved with supernatural speed, slashing at Alex's throat.
But Alex vanished.
[Shadow Step!]
He reappeared five meters away, sliding to a halt with a smirk.
"Oops. Too slow. Try again."
The vampires converged, moving like shadows, claws glinting red, fangs bared. Blood magic surged around them—crimson tendrils twisting into jagged blades, spears, and chains.
One vampire's claw raked across Alex's chest, sparks flying as [Titan's Resilience] absorbed the hit.
"Ow," Alex muttered. "That almost tickled."
He responded with a heavy downward swing—
[Heavy Strike!]
—shattering the ground as he cleaved through a vampire's guard. The blow landed with thunderous impact, sending the creature crashing into a tree with bones snapping.
But it stood up, body twisting and healing grotesquely fast.
"Ah, regeneration. Of course. You guys are such fun."
Blood spears rained from the air. Alex dove, rolled, and flickered out of their path—
[Shadow Step!]
—reappearing behind a vampire and plunging his sword through its spine.
It screeched, flailing. The others retaliated, casting blood chains to bind him.
Alex narrowed his eyes. "Time to get serious."
Crackling energy surged around his body as he as he started using his lightning affininity.
Electric arcs danced across his skin, and with a roar, Alex became a blur. He zigzagged through the blood magic, blade trailing lightning. One by one, he targeted their heads, knowing that was the only way to finish this.
Slash—Boom! One head flew.
Crack! Another vampire convulsed as lightning fried its nervous system.
He ducked, dodged, countered. Every movement honed by [Force Control]. Every blow delivered with precise, brutal strength.
Blood flew.
[Heavy Strike!]
He severed another head, sending it flying through the mist.
They tried to swarm him. He used [Shadow Step] again, reappearing behind three of them and swinging in a wide arc.
Three more heads fell.
One vampire remained—snarling, regenerating wildly. It lunged—only for Alex to thrust his hand forward.
Lightning surged into his palm, and he slammed it into the vampire's chest.
"Say hi to your princess for me."
The body convulsed, then exploded in a burst of blue sparks.
Silence fell.
Alex stood in the clearing, panting, sword lowered, seven vampire heads around him.
He looked west.
"So... the Vampire Princess is using her minions to capture candidates. Just like in the game."
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Elsewhere, on the western edge of the island...
As the night fell on the deserted isle island.
The moonlight bathed the forest in silver, casting long shadows across a grand throne.
A throne made of people—beautiful vampire girls, kneeling, their backs arched, hands supporting the structure. Their faces full of nervousness and sweat dripped from their body but they did not dare to move a single inch from their position.
Lilith Noctis Bloodrose sat upon them like a queen of nightmares.
Her long, silky black hair shimmered like obsidian under moonlight. Crimson eyes glowed with both allure and danger, framed by long lashes and a flawless face that looked carved by divine hands.
Her pale white skin glowed faintly, contrasting beautifully with the tight, dark red dress hugging her sensual curves.
Every movement she made was like liquid temptation. Her legs crossed with calculated grace, revealing just enough thigh to command attention, and her ample bust strained against her corset-like bodice.
Around her, dozens of captured candidates knelt—split into four neat groups. They trembled, not just from fear, but from the overwhelming presence of the vampire princess.
She scanned them slowly, lips curled in amusement. "You've all done wonderfully," she said, her voice like sweet poison. "Such lovely catches."
Even her own vampire followers shivered at her tone.
One of them, a younger vampire, took a step back unconsciously.
Lilith's gaze snapped toward the kneeling crowd.
"But... where are the other seven? The ones I sent out to capture that guy?"
A soft cough broke the tension.
A woman stepped forward—curvy, confident, and beautiful in her own right.
Her maid.
She had wavy brown hair cascading to her waist and intelligent black eyes. Her uniform clung tightly to her voluptuous body, accentuating her full bust and hourglass hips with each step.
She was isadora vale her maid.
"My lady," she said with a bow. " I'm afraid... the seven have not returned. Reports suggest they were eliminated."
Lilith sighed, elegantly tossing a lock of her raven hair behind her shoulder. "Tsk. Disposable pawns. Oh well."
She rose from her living throne, each step radiating power and elegance. Her followers stepped aside, kneeling instinctively.
She sauntered towards the terrified candidates, hips swaying hypnotically. Isadora followed closely behind.
She made her way towards the trembling bodies with the grace of a predator stretching its limbs before a feast. Her crimson eyes glowed faintly in the dim light, and her sultry steps echoed across the silent clearing.
She stopped before the trembling candidates—divided neatly into four groups. Her lips curled into a devilish smile.
"I didn't separate you to be practical," she cooed, voice like velvet laced with poison. "No, no... I simply enjoy the dread that builds when you watch others suffer first. Terror, when savored group by group, becomes a delicacy."
She let her nails gently trail under the chin of a girl in the second group, who flinched and whimpered in fear.
"Watching your hope crumble while another dies before your eyes? Mmm... it's the kind of art this world forgets to appreciate."
Her words dripped with twisted delight as she took another step forward, hips swaying, pale skin glowing under the moonlight, her presence both breathtaking and horrifying. Behind her, her ever-loyal maid followed silently.
"You should all feel honored," Isadora announced, her voice cold and elegant. "You will be useful to my mistress."
Realization dawned on the candidates' faces.
Lilith raised one hand.
Thousands of blood spears materialized mid-air, glistening like rubies.
"Goodbye, You guys should try again next year."
Schlikkk!
The first group was impaled in an instant. Screams silenced.
She turned to Second group, licking her lips. "Don't worry, darlings. Your blood will be cherished."
The spears lifted—
—Clang!
An icy barrier erupted in front of Second group, shattering the blood spears.
Lilith's eyes widened. Her smirk vanished.
Before she could react, a volley of icy spears flew in return.
Schlick! Schlick!
Group Two was eliminated... by ice.
The air grew colder.
Lilith frowned, her mood turning dark. Her followers grew tense.
"Who dares...?"
From the trees emerged a figure—elegant, radiant, and powerful.
A girl with flowing blue hair that shimmered like sapphire moonlight. Her figure was graceful yet alluring, dressed in frost-themed battlewear that emphasized her curves without compromising elegance.
Her presence was like winter itself—beautiful, cold, and deadly.
Lilith's eyes narrowed.
"Seraphina Starlight."
The two locked gazes.
The island trembled with anticipation.
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THE EXTRA WHO SHOULDN'T EXISTC45 : Standoff of ladies
Chapter 45: Chapter 45 : Standoff of ladies
The night air hung heavy with an eerie silence, the moonlight filtering through the twisted branches of the dark forest.
Lilith Noctis Bloodrose stood, her back straight, the shadows of the island's foliage casting long, menacing shapes around her. Her crimson eyes, cold and sharp, glinted with irritation as she surveyed the scene before her.
She leaned forward, gaze sharp as a predator denied its kill. The candidates she had been toying with—were now eliminated, eliminated by transparent ice spears. But that wasn't what made her mood sour.
Her lips curled in annoyance. Someone had stolen her kill.
Lilith's gaze flicked toward the source of the interference. She did not need to search for long before she saw her.
From the trees stepped a lone figure, graceful and radiating elegance Seraphina Starlight, her blue hair cascading over her shoulder, her attire pristine as always, untouched by the chaos of the battlefield.
Seraphina Starlight, standing tall and confident, emerged from the trees, her long blue hair shimmering under the light of the moon. Her icy eyes met Lilith's, and a small smirk crept onto her lips.
Lilith's eyes glowed dangerously, a dangerous flicker of crimson igniting in the depths of her gaze. The surrounding air seemed to grow colder with the weight of her killing intent. Her fangs slightly peeked from her lips as she glared at the Starlight heir.
"Oh my," Seraphina's voice was melodic yet mocking, her tone light and teasing. "Why are you in such a foul mood, princess Lilith? Did someone steal your prey or something?"
Lilith froze, her expression unreadable. She had not expected this encounter, not at all. In fact, she barely knew who Seraphina Starlight was, aside from the fact that she had been one of the exam participants she hadn't taken notice of—until now.
And yet, here she was, facing the vampire princess with that infuriatingly confident look in her eyes.
Lilith narrowed her gaze, the tip of her lip twitching with growing frustration. A faint, dark aura pulsed around her, leaking the first traces of her killing intent.
She stared down at Seraphina, her eyes flashing with cold fury. But as she inhaled deeply, she allowed herself to calm, taking a moment to regain control.
"Well, well," Lilith purred, her voice smooth yet dripping with venom. "If it isn't Seraphina Starlight. You've got some nerve coming here, trying to steal what's mine, Seraphina."
Seraphina raised an elegant brow, a hint of mock surprise crossing her face. "Oh, but I didn't steal anything. I was simply... taking what you clearly couldn't handle."
She let the words hang in the air for a moment before adding with a teasing grin, "Seems like your plans are getting a little out of control, huh? I can't help but notice, you have amassed a lot of points by using your little followers."
Lilith's lips parted, ready to rip back another barb, but Seraphina was quicker. "It's okay though, i can now help you with what you could not handle".
Lilith burst out laughing then with an exaggerated sigh. "You're so cute are you jealous. But don't worry, I'll save you the embarrassment of failing . You can still join my group... if you behave like a puppy, of course."
Seraohina eyes flashed dangerously, and the temperature around her seemed to drop. "You think you're funny, don't you?" she hissed through gritted teeth. "You've got a mouth on you, Princess.
Then taking a calm breath seraphina raised her hands mockingly. "I'm just having some fun, don't mind me. But if you want to play, go ahead. Steal my points if you can. Or perhaps, you'll let me steal yours instead."
Lilith tilted her head to the side, her gaze cold but thoughtful. "You think I can't? Well, it doesn't matter. I was gonna steal your points, anyway to make up for the loss." She spoke with absolute confidence.
"Oh, you really are confident, aren't you?" Seraphina said, her tone cool but laced with a challenge. "But let's be honest, Princess. Confidence won't save you from what's coming. You may be strong, but you're not invincible."
Lilith's smile turned ice cold, and she responded with a biting remark. "And what makes you think you're invincible, hmm? You may have some tricks up your sleeve, but you're just a alone candidate playing against a queen it doesn't matter how strong you are."
Seraphina smirked, her eyes glinting with an edge of amusement. "Is that so? At least I'm not wasting my time on mindless things like hearing people scream. It's a shame you have to use others to do your dirty work. But then again, that's all you're good at, isn't it?"
The back-and-forth insults grew increasingly venomous, with both women exchanging barbed words. The tension between them was palpable, each one trying to gain the upper hand, their words sharp and cutting.
"You're as predictable as they come," Lilith sneered, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. "So quick to speak, so quick to act. It's almost cute, really."
Seraphina's lips curled into an even more mocking grin. "Cute? How flattering," she retorted. "Maybe next time I'll leave you some room to breathe, princess. Though, I doubt you'll make it that far."
And just so you know—I'm not some lowly candidate you can push around." Her voice was teasing but laced with undeniable confidence.
Lilith narrowed her eyes. "You think you're the only one capable of making threats?" she asked. "I've seen your little stunts, Starlight. You're not as special as you think you are."
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize you were the queen of the exam," Seraphina quipped, her smirk never fading. "How silly of me."
"You're one to talk," Lilith shot back, her voice venomous. "With that smug little attitude of yours, you'd think you were royalty yourself. Too bad you're just another obstacle in my way."
"Oh, I'm an obstacle? How cute," Seraphina teased, putting a hand on her chest. "I didn't realize I was standing in your way, princess. How awkward."
"Don't get ahead of yourself," Lilith snarled, stepping forward. "You think you can talk to me like that? I'll crush you like the insect you are."
Seraphina just chuckled lightly. "I see you're not all talk, then. Go ahead, try. But don't be surprised when I make you regret it."
For a moment, the two women locked eyes, both silently daring the other to make a move. The tension between them was palpable, like the stillness before a storm. But instead of continuing their confrontation, something strange happened. Both women, unexpectedly, burst out laughing at the same time.
Lilith tilted her head back, her laughter ringing through the air like the sound of tinkling silver. "You're insane, Seraphina and I like it," she said with a chuckle.
Seraphina grinned. "And you're not as terrifying as they say. Just a princess who thinks she owns everything."
The insults flew back and forth, with neither one willing to back down. And just when it seemed like they were about to clash—physically and verbally—both women became silent.
Lilith let out a soft chuckle. "I think we've both made our points, haven't we?
Then shall we start with what we are suppose to be doing in the exam."
Suddenly the the pressure in the surrounding increased.
Isadora Vale, who had been standing silently in the background, finally stepped forward. Her voice was calm but respectful as she addressed Lilith. "My lady," she said, bowing slightly. "May I... put this insolence in her place?"
Lilith glanced at Isadora, then smirked. "Oh, Isadora, "You can't have all the fun, dearest. Besides... Seraphina's stronger than you.
No one else is going to get the satisfaction of dealing with her. I'll handle it myself."
Isadora's lips tightened, but she didn't object before she nodded in understanding.
Lilith's expression then turned slightly more serious as she addressed Seraphina. "Of course," she continued, her tone dripping with amusement. "I could fight you, but..." She looked around, her eyes gleaming with dark humor. "You're alone, and I have dozens of followers here. Are you sure you want to make this a battle?"
Seraphina pretended to consider this, tapping her chin dramatically. "Hmm... let me think for a moment..." Her eyes narrowed playfully. "Who said I'm alone?"
The ground beneath them trembled.
The gravity in the entire area suddenly increased, pressing down on everyone with crushing force. Many of Lilith's followers who couldn't bear the overwhelming weight hit the ground with a sickening thud, gasping for air. Only Lilith seemed unaffected, standing tall and still, her piercing gaze locked onto the source of the pressure.
Seraphina remained composed, her eyes glimmering with a secretive smile. "It seems you're not the only one with tricks up her sleeve."
A figure slowly emerged from the shadows, a lady with white hair that shimmered like moonlight. Her figure was enigmatic, her aura chilling and unfamiliar.
Lilith's eyes locked onto her, and her expression darkened. A slow, menacing smirk spread across her face. "So, this is how it is, huh?" Her voice was low, filled with dangerous amusement. "You've brought someone else into this fight."
The figure stood still, her presence undeniable.
Lilith's smirk tightened, her bloodlust rising. "This just got interesting."
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THE EXTRA WHO SHOULDN'T EXISTC46: Shadows Beneath the Moonlight
Chapter 46: Chapter 46: Shadows Beneath the Moonlight
The moon hung high in the ink-black sky, casting silvery light over the barren cliffs of the deserted isle. Wind howled through the night, carrying the whispers of something... no, someone approaching.
The only sounds were the occasional flutter of wings and the soft rustle of wind brushing against scorched grass. Every candidate in the vicinity, whether vampire or human, held their breath. The tension in the air was razor-sharp—like a storm waiting to explode.
A tension unlike anything before crept into the air, and the temperature seemed to drop as shadows stirred unnaturally. Then—
Tap. Tap. Tap.
A hush swept through the area as the shadows themselves seemed to shiver.
And then—
A rhythmic sound of heels echoed across the stone floor. A figure stepped out from the thick darkness, white hair gleaming under the moonlight like woven starlight her steps silent but commanding. Her amethyst violet eyes glimmered with confidence and danger, reflecting the faint shimmer of mana that wreathed her form.
Her skin was porcelain, untouched by blemish or battle. Amethyst Violet Eyes sparkled with intelligence and hidden mischief. The faintest pink tint colored her cheeks, not from exertion, but the natural grace of someone born to rule.
A brooch shaped like a miniature sword and shield rested over her heart — a subtle sign that she wasn't just royalty, but a warrior too.
Trailing behind her were several human candidates, all dressed in armor and magic-resistant gear. But none dared step ahead of the girl in front.
She wore a attire that was not only made for battle—but also for royalty. A flowing dress of ivory and sapphire silk embroidered with stardust-thread, armor-plated at the shoulders with a magical alloy glistening like enchanted metal.
A cape lined with feathers from the mythical Sky Phoenix fluttered behind her, untouched by the wind. Jewels set in delicate gold circlets framed her forehead and glimmered with magic sigils—each one a symbol of nobility and power.
"She looks... like someone out of a legend," a human candidate who was a captive whispered in awe forgetting that he can be eliminated anytime now.
Lilith's crimson eyes narrowed as her gaze locked onto the girl. And then it clicked.
"Charlotte Evans Avaloria," Seraphina muttered beside her. "The first princess of the Human Empire..."
Even Lilith's expression shifted slightly in acknowledgment—though her cold smile quickly returned.
Charlotte's beauty was divine yet dangerous. Her skin was porcelain pale, as if kissed by moonlight itself.
Her long lashes framed eyes that held untold authority. Every step she took felt choreographed, like a dancer's, yet her presence screamed battlefield royalty—lethal elegance with a crown.
She walked straight toward Seraphina, her smile warm but her aura anything but.
"Sera," Charlotte greeted smoothly, extending her hand. "Glad to see the intel was correct. Looks like someone was indeed hoarding candidates like candies."
Lilith's lips curled upward into a faint grin. "You flatter me."
Hearing the voice Charlotte turned her full attention toward Lilith, meeting her gaze directly. There was no fear in her eyes—only confidence.
Seraphina scoffed lightly. "You really brought an army for this Char?"
Charlotte's eyes twinkled. "Better safe than sorry."
Then her gaze shifted—and met Lilith's directly.
The vampire princess stood unshaken. Her long dark gown billowed like ink in the air, and her vampiric aura danced like bloodfire.Her pale skin glowed under the moonlight, her dark dress fluttered in the breeze like living shadow.
Blood-red eyes glowed faintly, mirroring the moon itself. She radiated a dangerous type of charm .
There was no need to posture. Her presence did that for her.
With arms lightly crossed, she stared at the two intruders—no, the two interlopers—who dared to tread on her growing dominion. Her lips curled upward slightly, amusement dancing behind crimson lashes.
But Charlotte smiled, stepping close.
"Glad to finally meet you Princess Lilith. Thanks for gathering all these candidates for me," Charlotte said with a playful grin, placing a gloved hand on her hip. "So we can eliminate and rack up some serious points."
Charlotte's voice remained sweet. "Your reputation do you justice. Ruthless, efficient, cold-blooded... and undeniably stylish. That dress of yours is to die for."
Lilith raised a brow. "Flattery from you? Should I be honored or concerned?"
"Both," Charlotte replied smoothly, stepping forward. " I only bothers with compliments when they are deserved."
The humans behind her chuckled nervously.
Lilith smirked. "How charming."
After that Lilith didn't respond with words. Instead—
She laughed.
Lilith blinked. Then she started laughing. Not the chuckle of amusement, but a bone-chilling, regal laugh that made the air itself tremble.
The pressure that surged from her body was suffocating. Even the blood in everyone's veins felt like it had turned into liquid fire, pulsing and thrashing wildly.
"You're cute," Lilith purred darkly. "But you've just walked into my garden of nightmares."
With a flick of her pale finger, a sudden ripple of energy shimmered across the battlefield.
Snap.
The vampire followers behind her suddenly stood taller, groaning as if chains had been lifted.
The gravity magic that had pinned her vampire followers shattered like glass.
Dozens of vampires hissed and rose with gleaming red eyes, fangs bared and weapons ready.
"I guess things just got a lot more interesting," Lilith said, lips curling into a deadly smile. "I get to eliminate not only the rising noble Seraphina, but also the precious princess of the Human Empire. Lucky me."
Lilith's eyes glowed faintly. " But you're brave, I'll give you that. Or stupid. I haven't decided yet."
"I'm ambitious," Charlotte replied. "And unlike you, I play with allies."
Lilith gave a short laugh. "You two are adorable. So confident. So united. I almost don't want to break your bones."
Charlotte flicked a speck of dust off her coat. "You'll find it harder than you think."
Lilith raised her hand, summoning a ripple of blood mist that twisted into the form of a slender crimson blade. "Then come. Impress me, princess Charlotte."
Charlotte flipped her hair with a smirk.
"Don't celebrate too early, fang girl. I'm not the type of princess who needs saving."
Their auras clashed, vibrating through the ground.
One side: Lilith and nearly her 100 elite vampire candidates, standing like a black tide.
The other: Charlotte and Seraphina with nearly 200 human candidates—like a wall of light.
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All around the world, live commentators exploded.
[COMMENTATOR 1] : "Are you seeing this?!" one shouted. "It's a clash of princess versus princess! This might go down in history as one of the greatest Zenith Entry battles of all time!"
[COMMENTAOR 2] : "And remember, Lilith is alone—she's facing two prodigies at once! Charlotte, the jewel of the Human Empire, and Seraphina Starlight known as the ice queen!"
the world watched with bated breath. Giant screens lit up cities, stadiums were packed, and stream comment sections overflowed with messages.
[COMMENTATOR 1]: "This is insane! A clash of royalty! Princess vs Princess!"
[COMMENTATOR 2]: "Lilith Noctis Bloodrose, the vampire princess, all alone against two of humanity's most dangerous prodigies — Charlotte Evans Avaloria and Seraphina Starlight. History in the making, folks!"
In the capital city of the Starlight State, a little girl sat cross-legged on the couch, clutching a plush to as she bounced on the couch.
"Look, Mom! Big Sis Sera is so cool and beautiful!" Sophia squealed.
Her mother, Sonia Starlight, smiled gently and patted her head. "She sure is she is your sister after all."
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Back on the island, the situation was about to explode.
A magical announcement thundered across the sky.
"Attention candidates: Only 2500 participants remain."
Immediately, the atmosphere changed. The air grew colder.
Everyone knew what that meant.
A wave of realization spread across the island.
The island would begin to shrink again—forcing closer encounters. More eliminations. No escape.
Every time the number dropped, the island would shrink. That meant less space. More fights. More eliminations.
The battlefield around Lilith, Charlotte, and Seraphina became the center of attention. On one side: over a hundred vampires, empowered and furious.
On the other: nearly two hundred humans, many elite, standing behind Charlotte and Seraphina.
Lilith licked her lips. "Tick-tock, Charlotte. Seraphina. Let's get this over with."
Charlotte's hand rose. Lilith raised hers.
All. Hell. Broke. Loose.
"ATTACK!"
"FOR THE PRINCESS!"
Both sides erupted in war cries as spells, weapons, and battle cries lit up the night.
Magic spells shot across the air like comets. Vampires leapt into the skies with blood-enhanced speed, clashing mid-air with sword-wielding humans.
Explosions rocked the cliffs. Screams echoed across the island. The night sky lit up with spells, fire, lightning, and shadows.
Seraphina dashed forward, impaling a vampire mid-step with an ice spear.
Charlotte danced through the chaos, her sword flickering like a silver serpen and casting spells at mid combat and controlling the gravity around her.
Lilith hovered midair, laughing as she descended with a blood-dripping blade.
The battlefield was a blur of steel and magic.
And as the camera zoomed out for those watching across the world, everyone held their breath.
The three prodigies were finally clashing.
Princess versus princess.
Empire versus empire.
And the world watched—
Knowing this was only the beginning
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THE EXTRA WHO SHOULDN'T EXISTC47: Blood vs Gravity and Ice
Chapter 47: Chapter 47: Blood vs Gravity and Ice
The world was watching.
Across giant holo-screens, floating panels, and VR streams, billions of eyes were glued to the Zenith Academy Entrance Exam broadcast — the biggest event of the decade.
Commentators screamed excitedly as live footage streamed from the Deserted Isle Arena, where candidates fought, bled, and battled for a spot in the prestigious academy.
"Ladies and gentlemen! We are witnessing history!"
"A battle between legends in the making! Humans versus Vampires, Princess versus Princess — and of course, the radiant Seraphina Starlight!"
"Just look at this carnage! It's absolute chaos down there!"
The screen split into multiple panels: one showing a massive battle between humans and vampires, another focusing on three dazzling figures locked in deadly combat — Lilith Noctis Bloodrose, Charlotte Evans Avaloria, and Seraphina Starlight.
The crowd roared.
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On the western side of the Deserted Isle, a full-scale war raged between human candidates and vampire candidates.
Though the vampires were outnumbered nearly two-to-one, they fought with ruthless efficiency, feral speed, and bone-snapping strength.
Their regeneration abilities allowed them to shrug off wounds that would have crippled a human.
A human boy slashed his sword across a vampire's chest—
—Only for the gash to close before his eyes.
The vampire smirked, grabbed the boy's arm, and hurled him like a ragdoll into a boulder.
"You can wound them— you cannot kill them easily! Their can use others blood to heal their wounds !" one candidate shouted.
"Light magic! Use Light magic! It's their weakness!" another screamed.
Across the battlefield, human mages were adapting fast.
Brilliant lances of light shot across the battlefield, piercing vampire shields and sizzling against undead flesh.
Some humans formed holy barriers, forcing vampires back with bursts of radiant energy.
A red-haired human mage named Lia philip raised her staff, chanting a spell, before unleashing a rain of spears made of pure sunlight.
Several vampires were impaled mid-dash, their bodies exploding into shimmering light as they were teleported out.
But the vampires weren't helpless.
Another human candidate shouted "Watch out for their counterattack! They're adapting too!"
A Brown-haired vampire girl darted between spells, her movements too fast for the eye to track.
She closed in on a human warrior and, with a single crushing kick, shattered his shield and sent him flying.
Blood manipulation techniques flourished.
Bloody spears formed from spilled blood, skewering mages from behind.
Blood tendrils lashed out, ensnaring legs, yanking humans into deadly traps.
She was isadora vale Lilith's maid
A vampire scratched a human's arm with his nails— and moments later, the human collapsed, his movements paralyzed from the blood infection.
The battlefield was a kaleidoscope of chaos.
Blades flashing,
Blood sizzling against light,
Cries of pain and victory echoing across the broken island.
Every time a candidate was eliminated, their body exploded into sparkling light particles, and they were teleported safely back to the academy's medical zone.
Still, neither side gave an inch.
The humans fought ferociously, some of them weaving light and wind magic together for devastating combo attacks.
Vampires countered with unholy regeneration, brute strength, and blood manipulation.
The crowd gasped as a particularly brutal clash showed a human knight impaling a vampire —
—Only for the vampire to grab the sword, snap it off, and ram the broken blade into the knight's shoulder as both got eliminated!
---
Meanwhile, away from the main battlefield, a smaller, even deadlier duel unfolded.
Lilith Noctis Bloodrose stood tall, her black blade gleaming, Raven black hair fluttering in the cold wind. Her smile was sharp and savage, her eyes glowing a deep bloody red.
Facing her —
Charlotte Evans Avaloria, sword already wreathed in swirling gravitational energy.
Seraphina Starlight, calm and collected, the very air around her dropping below freezing.
Without a word, they moved.
The atmosphere crackled with tension.
Without a signal, all three moved at once.
Lilith dashed forward, her figure blurring like a ghost.
Her blade moved in a dancing arc aimed at Charlotte's side.
Charlotte intercepted the blow with her gravity-infused sword — the impact cracked the ground under her feet.
"You're Stronger than you look, princess," Lilith cackled, her blood-red eyes gleaming.
Charlotte responded with a smirk, twisting her blade to unleash a Black Hole Strike.
A dense gravitational point exploded from her sword, pulling Lilith toward it violently.
But Lilith just laughed —
—with a short teleportation burst, she vanished mid-air, reappearing behind Seraphina.
Seraphina, calm as a frozen lake, wove a wall of crystalline ice spikes in Lilith's path, forcing her to halt.
"You won't catch me that easily, bloodsucker," Seraphina said sweetly, her voice like a winter breeze.
Lilith retaliated, slicing her palm mid-dash.
Blood sprayed outward — and instantly, she shaped it into blood spears, sending them flying at both opponents.
Charlotte blocked with a wind barrier while Seraphina countered by freezing the blood mid-air, shattering it into harmless snow.
The battle became a whirlwind of attacks and counters.
Lilith used the blood spilled across the battlefield to forge puppets — small, feral monsters that lunged at her foes.
Charlotte unleashed gravitational slashes, making the battlefield twist and turn unpredictably.
Seraphina froze the moisture in the air itself, summoning deadly ice blooms that detonated like grenades.
Lilith fought like a berserker, her enhanced strength allowing her to clash head-on against Charlotte's gravitational pressure.
Bone-shattering kicks and blindingly fast dashes made it impossible to predict her movements with her blade attacks.
And when she was wounded —
—a deep slash across her thigh from Charlotte —
—her high-speed regeneration kicked in, closing the wound almost instantly, leaving only a faint scar.
"Tch...she's enjoying this," Charlotte muttered, sweat beading her brow.
"She's dangerous," Seraphina agreed, frost forming at her fingertips.
Both Seraphina and Charlotte were shocked they knew Lilith was strong that's why Charlotte also came prepared.
But even through it was two against one they still couldn't get the upper hand on the vampire princess.
They were confident that two of them against one of her will be a clean win but they couldn't be anymore wrong .
Lilith was strong more than they had calculated.
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The world watched, breathless.
"Incredible! Lilith Noctis Bloodrose is holding off two top-tier candidates at once!"
"And she's smiling like it's a game! Is she a monster or what?!"
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Blood, Ice, and Gravity Collided
Lilith didn't slow down.
She combined her fire affinity, sending flaming arcs of burning blood at her enemies — a devastating fusion of blood and flame that even Seraphina struggled to understand and freeze completely.
Charlotte responded by launching herself forward with gravity magic, each of her swings pulling Lilith's body slightly out of balance, trying to set her up for Seraphina's finishing moves.
Seraphina, calm and merciless, unleashed an ice storm, freezing the very air and creating icy spikes on the ground to limit Lilith's movement.
Still, Lilith dodged, weaved, counterattacked — even as blood dripped from her arms and face, she fought with savage joy.
Every moment was a flurry of swords clashing with blood blades,
Gravity fields pulling bodies mid-strike,
Ice traps detonating in glittering sprays.
For every blow she took, Lilith answered with three of her own.
Yet even she couldn't last forever.
Breathing hard, wounds multiplying, Lilith began to slow.
Her mana reserves dipped lower with every blood construct, every teleportation dash, every fiery strike.
Charlotte and Seraphina, equally battered, took advantage.
Charlotte stabbed forward with a gravity-drilling thrust, forcing Lilith to block —
—and Seraphina sent a spike of frozen air aimed at Lilith's blind spot.
Lilith barely managed to twist her body, avoiding a lethal blow, but the force of the combined attacks threw her back, skidding across the cracked ground.
The three girls stood panting, bloodied and frostbitten.
For a heartbeat, none moved.
Then —
—all three straightened, steadying their weapons, ready to clash again.
But before they could move, a new voice cut through the air:
"MY LADY!"
They all heard a voice ragged and breathless.
"SOM.... hufff huff SOMEONE HAS ELIMINATED THE REMAINING TWO GROUPS OF CAPTURED CANDIDATES!"
Everyone froze.
The voice belonged to Isadora Vale, Lilith's maid.
Lilith's crimson eyes widened.
Charlotte and Seraphina turned sharply toward the direction where the captured candidates had been held.
There was... nothing.
No bodies.
No captives.
Only empty, broken ground.
"Impossible," Seraphina muttered. "They were guarded! They couldn't just disappear!"
"Even with the battle chaos...eliminating them was suicidal," Charlotte said grimly. "It would need someone incredibly skilled to bypass us unnoticed."
Lilith narrowed her eyes.
Her heart thudded once.
"Isa ! Did you see anything?!" she barked.
Isadora, panting heavily, shook her head.
"I only caught a glimpse... A silver blur... moving too fast across the battlefield. I saw... strands of silver hair... and a pair of blue eyes only for a moment..."
The battlefield fell silent.
The crowd watching the broadcast collectively held their breath even though they could not hear what they were saying.
Then—
Lilith, Charlotte, and Seraphina all burst out laughing.
A dark, dangerous, spine-tingling laughter that echoed across the island, sending shivers even into the hearts of spectators.
"Heh... that good looking insect," Lilith whispered, her fangs gleaming.
Even Isadora recoiled slightly, her instincts screaming at the danger in the air.
The camera zoomed in on the three princesses, their eyes shining with deadly excitement.
Whoever had pulled this off...
...was not just skilled.
They were declaring war.
And now they were gonna get hunted not just by one but three crazy people.
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THE EXTRA WHO SHOULDN'T EXISTC48: The Gamble
Chapter 48: Chapter 48: The Gamble
Darkness cloaked the eastern side of the Deserted Isle as the crescent moon barely peeked through the thick clouds. The once-still forest floor now bore the pounding footsteps of a lone figure racing through the trees, each step lighter than the last yet more desperate.
Alex Dragonheart was running for his life.
The night hung heavy over the Deserted Isle like a suffocating veil, shrouding everything in an eerie silence broken only by the crunch of footsteps slamming through the underbrush.
"Shit... shit... shit..." he whispered, barely able to hear his own voice over the rushing wind in his ears. His heart pounded—not just from exhaustion, but from sheer terror. Branches scratched his face. His boots, scuffed and nearly torn, struck the dry ground with a precision born of training and panic alike.
"Move, move, MOVE!" he hissed to himself, legs pumping as he darted through the thick foliage, heading toward the eastern side of the island like a man possessed.
Every muscle in his body screamed, but adrenaline drowned it all out. His heart thundered like war drums in his ears, and his lungs burned with every breath. He didn't stop. He couldn't stop.
Not yet.
His foot caught on a root, and he stumbled forward—barely catching himself on a jagged boulder. He hunched there, panting, the chill of the night contrasting the sweat drenching his back.
Only after realizing he'd made it over the fourth ridge—deep into the unmonitored eastern stretch—did he dare to stop. Bent over, hands on his knees, sweat streaming down his face, he gasped like a fish thrown on dry land.
"Fuck... she saw me," he muttered, staring at the dirt.
Her image conjured instantly in his mind—Isadora Vale. Pale skin streaked with blood and grime, balck eyes sharp despite the bruises on her face. She had seen him. Even if it was just for a second.
And that second had ruined everything.
He collapsed onto his back, eyes scanning the black sky. "Great job, Alex. Absolutely brilliant. You just pissed off three of the main cast in one night."
He had snatched their prey. Worse, he'd done it right under their noses. He knew exactly what kind of hornet's nest he'd kicked.
Lilith Noctis Bloodrose. Charlotte Evans Avaloria. Seraphina Starlight.
Any one of them would be enough to give him nightmares. Now he was on all three of their shit lists.
"This wasn't part of the plan," he groaned.
He closed his eyes, forcing his brain to rewind—to piece together what led him here. What forced him into the stupidest, most suicidal move he'd pulled since transmigrating.
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Eight Hours Ago
After eliminating the seven vampires he had encountered, Alex sat down to think about the game and remembered Lilith's deceptively simple strategy—capturing candidates using her followers and stealing their points.
It was shockingly effective.
So, to reach first place, Alex racked his brain for something better. And a devilish idea took root.
It was risky—insanely risky. But if it worked, he was 90% sure he could shoot to first place.
The plan had been simple:
Hunt monsters. Eliminate weak candidates. Build up his point count.
But with just a little twist.
He didn't eliminate every candidate. Instead, he let some go—because he knew they were working for another dangerous player.
And his plan was to let these two dangerous players fight against each other so he can steal the kill.
While they are busy fighting with each other and ripping each other apart he will eliminate the captured candidates.
But for that the first thing he had to do was spread this information so it can reach the ears of Charlotte evans avaloria the first princess of the human empire and a very cunning and dangerous individual.
So he watched these candidates closely.
He watched them. Listened. Baited them into thinking they'd escaped.
In reality, he allowed the group of frightened candidates to flee. They were limping, injured, barely hanging on. He shadowed them for a few minutes, ensuring they didn't detect him.
Then he stepped into their path with his best concerned-older-brother face.
"You guys are so pitiful. It truly breaks my heart to eliminate you," he said, with mock sympathy. "Okay, so—I'll let you go."
Their expressions brightened.
"But you have to do just one thing for me."
A frightened candidate mustered up the courage to ask, "We'll do anything. Just please don't eliminate us."
Alex smiled—a smile that frightened them more than any monster.
"Lilith Noctis Bloodrose," he said dramatically, eyes narrowed, "is capturing candidates and draining their points. You didn't hear this from me. Spread the word. Let people know."
"W-why are you letting us go?" one of them asked.
Alex smiled, patting him on the shoulder. "Because sometimes, we need to stand up to people like them."
He didn't mention that Charlotte was one of those people—or that she was equally terrifying.
He had bet on someone like Charlotte hearing the rumor.
He'd been right.
What he hadn't expected... was Seraphina joining the mix.
That changed everything.
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So Alex did the only smart thing: he hid.
Nestled deep on the western side of the island, he found the perfect vantage point to watch things unfold.
The moment arrived with a satisfying boom.
A brawl erupted between the human candidates and the vampire forces. Magic lit the sky, swords clashed, and chaos roared across the island like wildfire.
Alex remained unseen.
His eyes, however, never left the captured candidates' makeshift prison.
No guards.
Everyone was too busy fighting to babysit prisoners.
But there was still one major problem—the three nightmares.
Lilith. Charlotte. Seraphina.
They were all there, engaged in a spectacle of violence that would've made gladiators weep.
And if they sensed him?
He'd be a smear on the sand.
He gritted his teeth, steeling his nerves. He hadn't come this far just to spectate.
He had a plan.
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Alex crouched behind a fallen pillar on the western side of the Deserted Isle, his breath calm, his aura sealed.
He watched the chaos unfold in the distance. Explosions. Screams. Glowing red eyes versus brilliant golden light.
Lilith Noctis Bloodrose was in a full clash against Charlotte Evans Avaloria. And joining them unexpectedly was Seraphina Starlight.
The Vampire Princess. The Royal Battle Angel. The Ice Empress.
A scene that could send shivers down anyone's spine.
But Alex? He grinned.
"They're all occupied. Good."
He activated his second skill: Veil of Faint Steps—purchased alongside his Night Vision skill—and read its description from his system window.
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Skill: Veil of Faint Steps
Rank: E
Type: Active
Cooldown: 0 seconds
Suppresses minor sounds, dims the user's aura, and helps them blend into surroundings.
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It had nearly emptied his wallet—reminding him how expensive even an E-rank skill could be in this world.
But it was worth it.
The skill did exactly what he needed most: keep his presence faint.
To seal the deal, he paired it with Celestial Flow—a movement art built on fluidity, silence, and unpredictability.
Add his lightning affinity to boost speed, and suddenly you had a stealth torpedo.
When the trio's battle reached its crescendo, Alex activated everything at once:
Celestial Flow stance. Veil of Faint Steps. Lightning-enhanced legs.
He vanished into a blur.
To the untrained eye, it looked like nothing. A breeze. A trick of the light.
To the Intermediate Rank cadets he flew past, it was a blur too fast to stop.
Alex moved through the ranks of captured candidates with surgical precision.
Slash.
Stab.
Cut.
One by one, he eliminated them.
No monologues. No drama.
Just quick, clean kills.
He wasn't proud of it. These were victims. But this was the Zenith Entrance Test, and sentiment didn't buy survival.
It was him or them.
And he chose him.
Victory was the only mercy.
As the final body fell, Alex felt the adrenaline falter.
Pain hit him like a truck.
His legs throbbed. His lungs burned. His mana reserves were drained.
He paused. Just for a second.
And that was one second too long.
Because as he turned to bolt—he saw her.
Isadora Vale.
Bloody. Bruised. Tired.
And staring directly at him.
Their eyes met. Hers widened. His soul screamed.
"Nope. Nope nope nope!"
He knew better than to eliminate her. Too many variables. Too many witnesses.
More importantly—she was standing right between him and three ticking mana nukes.
If he tried anything, the girls would notice.
So he did what he was best at:
He ran.
Full speed. Full sprint. Full retreat.
"I am not going near any of those three girls ever again," he growled, bolting east.
Behind him, the island exploded with noise again.
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Present Moment
Alex kept running until his legs screamed bloody murder.
He finally slowed near the edge of a cliff. The ocean shimmered below. His chest rose and fell rapidly.
He looked back.
Nothing.
So he ignored it and started running back again.
After he was far enough.
A rustle.
A figure emerged from the shadows behind a palm tree.
A boy, human, wearing tattered gear. His expression was grim.
"So that's the heretic Saint Candidate Elias warned us about," the boy muttered, eyes fixed on Alex.
"I have to inform him."
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THE EXTRA WHO SHOULDN'T EXISTC49: End of the Enterance exam (1)
Chapter 49: Chapter 49: End of the Enterance exam (1)
' Ethans POV '
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The morning has come on deserted isle.
The sun blazed high above the deserted isle, casting long shadows through the dense canopy of trees. His white combat tunic, laced with gold trims his clothes—was splattered with monster blood and jungle grime. His chest rose and fell steadily as he finished wiping off his blade.
The soft crunch of leafs underfoot, the salty wind against his face, and the rhythmic crashing of waves against jagged rocks formed a strangely soothing backdrop as Ethan Williams cut down yet another creature.
The beast—a fanged lizard twice his size—let out a screech before it was incinerated in a blast of radiant light.
Golden light danced around Ethan's palm as his light affinity surged back into a passive state. Another one down. He sighed.
"I thought this was supposed to be a challenge," he muttered, brushing sand off his uniform.
The creatures of Isle Providence were supposed to be fierce and bloodthirsty.
The Zenith Enterance exam was hyped up as a true battleground to separate the wheat from the chaff. But so far? These peak-Intermediate rank monsters were about as threatening as oversized squirrels.
He didn't even bother using Dawnbreaker Judgement.
He'd even encountered two Advance-rank monsters—one low and one mid-tier. While they had put up slightly more resistance, they still fell after three to four solid hits of focused light-blade strikes.
Ethan Clad in light-infused battlewear, his sword crackled faintly with golden energy. The Hero of Light, blessed by the Goddess herself, narrowed his eyes as another beast emerged from the undergrowth.
A hulking, obsidian-scaled rhino-beast with molten veins charged at him with fury in its amber eyes.
Ethan moved.
One blink—and he was gone.
In the next instant, he reappeared mid-air, glowing with radiant energy. "Holy Severance."
He brought his blade down in a radiant arc, splitting the rhino-beast's armor like paper. The monster roared in pain before collapsing into a pile of steaming, twitching limbs.
Behind it, three more emerged—just like him, their black skin brushing against the treetops.
"Good more points too farm." Ethan smirked.
The first monster unleashed a breath of acidic mist. Ethan dodged gracefully, stepping through the attack with radiant movement techniques, leaving shimmering footprints in the air.
"Hallowed Burst."
He thrust his hand forward, releasing a pulse of golden light that blinded the creatures and seared their flesh. Then he blinked forward again, blade flashing.
One head fell. Then another. The last monster tried to retreat—
"No escape." Ethan's sword extended with divine light, and the creature was cleaved in half.
50 seconds.
Three monsters.
The jungle was quiet again.
He flicked his EVOband on casually, eyes glancing toward the display.
Current Rank: 2 / 1,000,000
Points: 7410
Ethan raised an eyebrow. "Second?"
His mouth curled into a confused smirk. " Even after all that famimg of points someone is ahead of me well that make it interesting i wonder who is it."
He had cleared two Advance-rank beasts and fought almost nonstop for hours. To think someone was outperforming him despite that...
His brows furrowed, but before he could ponder further, a flicker of mana disturbance tickled his senses. Subtle. Almost unnoticeable. But not for someone like Ethan it was like announcing it.
He turned slowly and said aloud, voice calm but heavy with authority, "You can stop hiding. I already know you're there."
The brush nearby rustled. A tall figure stepped out, his pace unhurried, a polite—if forced—smile on his face.
Ethan's gaze sharpened. "Elias."
The young man from the Church of Lumina walked closer, robes pure white and adorned with golden thread that shimmered with faint enchantments. His silver hair was slicked back, his blue eyes mild and calculating. The holy sigil of the Church sat over his chest like a badge of honor.
Ethan observed the saint candidate carefully. He didn't show it, but his mind sharpened like a blade.
That guy's a snake.
He had met Elias a few times after being declared the Hero by the Church. On the surface, Elias was warm, polite, devout. But Ethan had picked up on the jealousy behind those fake smiles, the tension in his polite bows, the way his eyes narrowed when Ethan received praise.
The guy didn't like him. That much was clear.
"Ah, Hero Ethan Williams," Elias said, bowing just enough to show respect without losing face. "Chosen of the Goddess herself. It is an honor, as always."
Ethan forced a nod. "Let's skip the ceremony. Why were you hiding?"
Elias chuckled, brushing his hair back. "Observing, nothing more. It's not every day you witness the brilliance of the Chosen One in action. I simply didn't wish to disturb."
Bullshit.
Ethan didn't say it aloud, but his glare was enough to make Elias sweat slightly. He was clearly trying to gauge Ethan's power. Possibly to report back.
But Ethan wasn't stupid. He didn't want drama with the Church—especially not because of some brat whose father held high standing in the In the church.
Still, if his father hadn't told him to keep his interactions clean, he might have 'accidentally' elbowed Elias into a pitfall.
Ethan was pulled from his thoughts as Elias began speaking again.
"Still, you're truly amazing. All this strength... it must be such a burden. To carry the will of the Goddess and the hopes of the world. And yet, you make it look so effortless."
He was laying it on thick.
Ethan didn't respond. He just stared.
Elias' internal monologue, however, was anything but reverent.
' Why him? Why not me?'
He grit his teeth behind his smile. ' I've trained under the clergy since I was ten. I've healed hundreds. I've memorized scriptures. I'm the future Saint. But no—
This muscle-brained sword-swinger got the title. And all because the Goddess smiled at him once.'
He forced himself to remain still. Ethan's strength was terrifying. Even now, standing only a few feet away, Elias could feel the raw mana density around him. He wasn't sure he'd even survive a minute if they fought.
Then, like a fool, his jealousy slipped out through his tongue.
"You seem to be getting rather close with that silver-haired commoner lately."
Ethan's gaze shifted.
"What was his name again?" Elias tapped his chin. "Alex Dragonheart, was it? Even the name sounds made-up."
Ethan's expression was unreadable.
Elias continued, oblivious to the storm he was stirring. "You should be careful, Ethan. People like that... they'll use your name to climb. You never know when they'll stab you in the back."
"You should be extremely careful with People like that—they latch onto powerful people like leeches. They're just waiting to betray you."
He smirked. "They're beneath us, you know? No matter how strong they get. They'll never be worthy of standing beside people like us.
"And honestly..." he gave a fake sigh, "it's such a shame. A hero chosen by the goddess of light herself associating himself with lowborn trash like that?"
He didn't get to finish his sentence.
A pulse of pressure burst from Ethan.
The air shimmered around him. The light in his eyes intensified.
"Are you ordering me around, Elias?" Ethan said, voice cold.
Elias took a step back.
"You think I care what you or your holier-than-thou daddy think? Watch your tongue."
"Ethan, I—"
"I'm not your church puppet. I don't answer to you. So if you dare try to tell me again who should I associate with or not because it will not be good for you.
Listen closely what I do and whom I associate with is none of your damn business including the church."
Elias wanted to argue at that but he knew better than too speak right now.
But ethan cut him off again." I don't give a damn who your father is or what title you hold. You may be the Church's little lapdog, but I'm not one of your pawns."
The ground around Ethan shimmered faintly with golden light. Birds took flight from nearby trees.
The killing intent had spiked.
" So this is my first and last warning to you never try to tell me what to do or I'll make sure that you can never tell me anything."
Elias flinched. His knees trembled slightly. His fingers curled. He wanted to shout, to curse, to scream.
But he lowered his head. "...Apologies."
Elias said, though his clenched jaw betrayed his silent rage. ' I'll make you pay for this humiliation.'
Ethan stared at him a second longer before turning away.
Inside, Elias seethed. You arrogant dog. You'll regret humiliating me. I swear it.
A moment later, an announcement rang out from the sky.
"Remaining Candidates: 2300. Once the number drops to 2000 the enterance exam will end, teleportation to Zenith Academy will begin."
Both boys looked up at the sound. Then they felt it.
Another presence.
A young man rushed toward them, out of breath, his robes stained with dirt . "Sir Elias!" he shouted, panting. "We've spotted the silver-haired heretic! He's moving eastward on the island!"
Ethan's ears perked up.
His lips curved into a smile.
"So there you are."
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