THE EXTRA WHO SHOULDN'T EXISTC58 : Another encounter and a goddess
Chapter 58: Chapter 58 : Another encounter and a goddess
The door creaked open with a soft hiss of the automated dorm system, and Alex, lounging casually on the bed with one leg dangling off, stiffened the moment he saw the person step in.
Alex blinked."you.."
The guy who entered blinked right back."you.."
They keep staring at each other because both of them didn't know each other at all.
Alex blinked again. "Oh. Well, this is a surprise."
The guy who entered blinked right back again. "So you're my roommate?"
The boy was a dwarf, but not what one expected when thinking of dwarves. He stood around 5'7", which was abnormally tall for a dwarf, with a robust build framed by lean muscle.
His broad shoulders and solid arms hinted at strength, though he lacked the compact, stocky look common to his kin. His coppery bronze hair was tied in a warrior's braid down his back, and his eyes gleamed with a fierce orange glint, like molten steel.
A fine mechanized gauntlet covered his right forearm, and a glowing tattoo snaked along his exposed chest.
He wasn't short—not by dwarven standards. Hell, not even by human ones. He stood taller, though his broader frame gave away his ancestry.
His arms were thick, not with fat but with well-forged muscle, like someone who could beat a warhammer into submission with his bare hands.
His name flashed in Alex's mind because he had seen him before.
Draven Strom Everforge.
The youngest prince of the Dwarven Kingdom of Titania.
'He's taller than I expected for a dwarf. Must be the human blood from his mother's side.'
Draven's gaze swept the room, then landed on Alex.
Silver hair. Sky-blue eyes. A face too symmetrical—it could only belong to a high noble in the human empire.
"So, this is my roommate?" Draven muttered aloud, then huffed slightly. "Figures. Looks like a noble."
Alex stood up from his bed, his smile calm and knowing.
Draven narrowed his eyes at the sight of Alex's smile, mumbling under his breath, "Looks like I'm stuck with this pretty boy..."
Then he immediately changed tone, offering a hand and a smirk. "Nice to meet you. I suppose I don't need to introduce myself."
Alex's mouth twitched.
'He definitely thinks I'm one of those arrogant noble bastards.'
"I know," Alex said smoothly. "You're Draven Strom Everforge, youngest prince of Titania—the Dwarven Kingdom that leads the world in technology. And one of the strongest supporters of the alliance against the Abyss."
Draven raised an eyebrow. "Well, damn. You did your homework."
Alex smiled. "Name's Alex Dragonheart."
Draven tilted his head. "Well, that name sounds made-up."
Alex gave him a stare. "No, it's not. It's my family name."
Draven blinked. "Serious?"
Alex blinked right back. "Seriously."
Draven coughed. "Sorry about that."
Alex started laughing. "Don't worry, you're not the first one to say that."
Draven laughed too.
Then, with a thoughtful look, he asked, "With that face and tone, you've gotta be a noble, right?"
"Nope. Just your friendly neighborhood commoner."
Draven blinked, surprised... then burst out laughing.
"You've got a good and fun sense of humor. I like you already."
"Thanks for the compliment."
"You know," Draven said thoughtfully, "I appreciate that you don't look down on dwarves. Most humans I've met act like they're gods just because they're taller than dwarven race and smoother-faced."
Alex's eyes glinted with sincerity. "I'd be a fool to look down on the race that's kept half the world from falling into abyssal hell through sheer technological brilliance."
"Well, you're right there, pal."
Alex looked at Draven. 'He really is different from most nobles. Friendly, no pretension. And more human than most humans I've met.'
Draven tossed his bag onto the second bed, cracking his neck as he began to unpack.
"I'm settling in. Hope you don't snore like a dying golem."
Alex chuckled. "Nope. I sleep like a ninja."
The two chatted casually, the awkward tension dissolving as easily as steam in a forge.
Despite being from different worlds—Draven, a half-dwarf prince from a kingdom of technology, gears and reactors, and Alex, a transmigrator armed with game knowledge and sarcasm—they clicked almost instantly.
Draven leaned back in his bed. "You know, I'm a bit better at combat than my siblings. They mostly rely on gadgets and automated suits. I prefer mixing a little elbow grease into the chaos."
'And he's not arrogant either', Alex thought. Unlike most nobles I've dealt with.
Draven cocked his head. "So, how was the entrance exam for you?"
Alex smirked. "Went better than I expected."
Draven leaned forward. "Same here. Didn't bother to check my final rank on the EVOband before the end, but I'm sure I'm somewhere in the top fifty."
Alex replied playfully, "I'd expect nothing less from you, Your Highness."
Draven waved dismissively. "No formalities, please. Just call me Draven." He grinned. "I like your personality. Wanna be friends?"
Alex tilted his head mock-dramatically. "A prince? Offering friendship to a humble commoner like me? I must be dreaming."
Alex hid a smirk.' No way I'm saying no. Not to someone with that future.'
Because Alex knew the truth—Draven though, despite being royalty, was treated like dirt after his mother's death. His father ignored him. His siblings mocked and torture him. He didn't even have a seat of respect in the royal palace.
And yet, in the future, he becomes one of the greatest technological innovators in the war against the Abyss.
Alex gave an evil smirk internally.
'I absolutely can't let this opportunity pass me by no matter what.'
"So," Draven asked, leaning on his desk. "I wonder who the apex of our batch will be. Rank 1 out of a million candidates... That guy's gotta be stupidly powerful."
Alex's eyes twinkled. "Who do you think it'll be?"
Draven rubbed his chin. "Hmm... Maybe someone like that hero—what was his name again? Ethan Williams. If that guy's really the chosen of the goddess, I'd bet high on him being at the top."
Alex nodded thoughtfully. "Half-right."
"Huh?"
"Power and skills are important, sure," Alex said, his tone suddenly more serious. "But there's something even more vital. A sharp mind." He pointed at Draven. "Someone like you should know that."
Draven blinked.
Alex continued, "If your mind's sharper than your blade, you can take down even someone like Ethan. And he's not quite there yet. Not ruthless enough. Not sharp enough."
Draven stared at him.
Okay... this guy's kind of cool.
But he broke out of his daze with a laugh. "Come on, man. Why are you talking like you've already beaten him and are going to be the apex?"
At that, Alex laughed so hard he nearly fell off his chair. 'His face will be so much fun to watch the day after tomorrow.'
Draven looked even more confused.' Why the hell is this weak-looking guy laughing so hard like I'm the fool?'
Alex wiped a tear from his eye. 'Looks like he didn't pay much attention at the end of the exam... Or he would've realized I'm friends with Ethan.'
"Okay," Alex said, shifting gears. "You said you're only a little good at combat—so how did you make it into the top 50?"
Draven's lips curled into a wide grin. "You really wanna know?"
Alex nodded rapidly, like an excited child.
Draven tapped his chest, revealing a shield-like tattoo. With a faint shimmer, he pressed it like a button.
A silver liquid shimmered out, flowing like mercury over his entire body until he disappeared.
Alex froze.
The air was still. The bed was untouched. He couldn't see a thing.
If not for the faint sense of presence, he'd think he was alone.
"Holy shit!" Alex looked mesmerized.' I really want one of those cool tattoos. No matter what!'
His face lit up like a kid seeing platinum-tier sweets in a shop he couldn't afford.
The room echoed with his laughter as the invisible shimmer faded, revealing Draven grinning ear to ear.
And just like that, a new bond was forged—between a transmigrated schemer with knowledge of the future and a half-dwarven prince destined to shape it.
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While laughter echoed across Room 777 and the newfound bond between a silver-haired human and a half-dwarven prince was being forged in the warm light of midnight camaraderie...
Elsewhere, under the serene moonlight of Zenith Academy's campus, a soft breeze blew through the slightly opened window of another dorm room.
Inside, Ethan Williams was sprawled across his bed—his breathing calm, his chest slowly rising and falling in rhythm.
But in the depths of that rest... something stirred.
The darkness behind his closed eyelids gave way to radiance.
In his dream... Ethan was no longer in his room.
He stood barefoot atop a shimmering lake of light, surrounded by a sky painted in endless gradients of gold, silver, and soft opal hues.
Floating islands shaped like lotus petals drifted through the air, and crystalline birds flew soundlessly across a never-setting sun. The atmosphere shimmered with warmth, peace, and something divine.
It was a place untouched by time or mortal presence—an otherworldly sanctum that defied logic and belonged only to divinity.
Ethan's brows twitched. His dream-self instinctively looked around.
'No way... This again?'
The air shifted. A divine energy kissed his skin like sunlight and moonlight woven together. Then—
A voice echoed.
Sweet. Serene. Ethereal.
"Ethan..."
The sound didn't just echo around him. It resonated inside him—through every memory, every cell, and every heartbeat. He knew that voice.
His expression hardened for a second.
'This voice... it's hers again.'
And sure enough, the light before him condensed—weaving itself into the silhouette of a figure both beautiful and unreachable.
The figure of a woman slowly emerged... tall and graceful. Her skin shimmered like woven starlight, and a long, flowing gown made of glowing fabric drifted behind her with each step, though her feet never touched the ground.
Her hair fell in streams of soft white and gold, like celestial rivers that glowed with life.
A gentle radiance surrounded her, making the boundaries of her form slightly blurred—especially her face, which remained hidden behind a veil of glowing mist.
But even with her visage obscured, her presence alone was enough to humble gods.
She stood still, a slight smile in her voice as she finally spoke again.
"How have you been, Ethan?"
Ethan let out a long, tired sigh — half annoyed, half resigned.
'Great... not again.'
It was her.
The Goddess of Light.
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THE EXTRA WHO SHOULDN'T EXISTC59 – The Orientation Begins
Chapter 59: Chapter 59 – The Orientation Begins
The day had finally arrived.
The grand auditorium of Zenith Academy buzzed with anticipation, its marble floors echoing the footsteps of countless first-year cadets as they poured into the massive hall.
Polished crystal chandeliers sparkled overhead, casting a warm glow over the red velvet seats arranged in precise rows. Holographic banners of the academy's crest—a majestic phoenix engulfed in gold and azure flames—danced in the air.
Excited chatter and hushed whispers filled the space as a sea of first-year students settled into their seats, all proudly adorned in their brand-new uniforms.
The boys wore black blazers with crimson linings, silver buttons running down the front, and white slacks that contrasted sharply with the deep hues. Each had a silver insignia of the Zenith Phoenix stitched proudly over the heart.
The girls' uniforms echoed the same colors—a black blazer with crimson linings, paired with tailored black skirts or trousers according to their preferences, and white blouses beneath. The same phoenix insignia gleamed proudly on every chest.
They looked like an army of ambition—nervous, eager, and ready to etch their names into history.
Then... the room shifted.
A palpable hush fell over the auditorium as four figures entered together.
Alden von Crestvale, his brown hair glinting under the lights, walked with the grace of a noble and the confidence of a lion. His black blazer hugged his athletic frame, his brown eyes scanning the room with practiced indifference.
Next to him was Ethan Williams, heir to House Williams and the prophesied hero, whose posture screamed nobility. His calm, collected expression and crisp uniform made him look like he had walked straight off a movie poster.
Beside them were Princess Charlotte Evans Avaloria and Seraphina Starlight. Charlotte's white hair cascaded like a waterfall over her shoulder, her uniform perfectly pressed, boots clicking with each step.
Seraphina's long blue hair shimmered softly, her grey eyes seemingly distant yet keenly aware. She looked like a dream—untouchable and mysterious.
The four of them looked like stars.
Literal stars.
Whispers exploded across the rows:
"Princess Charlotte looks so beautiful..."
"Look at Ethan... he's even more handsome in person."
"Are these four movie stars or what ?!"
The crowd instinctively parted like the sea for royalty. The cadets didn't even question it—it was a natural reflex to make way. And yet, the four didn't spare a single glance. They walked as if the auditorium were empty, wrapped in their own bubble, chuckling and trading jokes.
"I swear, Alden," Charlotte was saying, flicking her white hair, "if you had tripped down those steps like last time, I would've paid good money to see that."
"Please," Alden shot back, smirking. "I land like a cat. Graceful and deadly."
"More like a drunk raccoon," Seraphina murmured without looking up.
Ethan chuckled as Alden mock-glared. The banter continued, oblivious to the awe-struck cadets they passed.
As if the beauty parade wasn't enough, the doors opened once more.
Elven royalty had arrived.
Princess Elaria of the Elven Empire entered, flanked by two elven students—one male and the other female—dressed in polished ceremonial armor. Her eyes sparkled with arrogance and smugness, and her blond hair was braided in elegant patterns.
She wore the Zenith uniform like it had been crafted for her alone. The red and black contrasted perfectly against her fair, almost ethereal skin.
Students were left speechless.
And then, as if the heavens had planned it, another wave followed.
The Fairy Princess, Aurelia Lumina, with her short, glowing green curls and mischievous eyes, practically glided in. Her brother followed behind, taller and more stoic, his expression unreadable.
After that, another striking entry came.
Lilith Noctis Bloodrose entered moments later with her maid, Isadora Vale.
Lilith was hauntingly beautiful. Pale skin like porcelain, jet-black hair tied in a tight bun, and crimson eyes that could pierce through souls. She moved like a shadow—her uniform pristine, her presence cold and commanding. Isadora followed behind with quiet elegance, scanning the room like a hawk.
Whispers turned into full-blown gossip at this point.
"That's Lilith Noctis... fuck, she looks like she could eat me alive... but the strange part is I want to get eaten by her."
"Dude, she gives me chills. Beautiful, but terrifying."
As if to top it all off, from the main gates strode in the Holy Kingdom's pride and arrogance entered—
Elias Dawncrest.
With his immaculate blond hair and smug smile, Elias oozed arrogance with every step. His uniform looked custom-fitted to perfection. Maria and Stela, the saintess candidates, walked beside him in matching grace, each with a quiet confidence that spoke volumes.
The auditorium, now completely filled, buzzed like a hive of anticipation and tension. Almost every main character had arrived. Every prodigy. Every monster in disguise.
As the elite took their seats, Alden leaned toward Ethan.
"Hey, were you able to contact Alex?"
Ethan, who had been relaxed until that moment, suddenly stiffened. His gaze became distant—like a memory had clawed its way to the surface.
The conversation with the goddess came into his mind.'No no... I'm being too paranoid,' he thought.
'I'll observe Alex first. Then decide whether he should be an ally... or an enemy.'
Coming out of his thoughts, he said, "...I've been trying since this morning," he finally replied. "But he's not picking up."
Charlotte raised a brow. "That guy is really something, isn't he? I saw him during the entrance exam. He was actually holding his own against you two. Which... baffled me, honestly."
Alden burst out laughing. "Yeah, I knew he was strong, but he really held his own. And even outsmarted you, my dear cousin."
Charlotte scoffed. "I didn't know about that Advanced (Peak)-rank monster, alright?"
"Oh please, don't blame the innocent Ossirath for your defeat."
"It wasn't a defeat!"
"Sure. It was an adorable defeat," Alden said, chuckling.
Ethan interrupted their squabble with a grin. "Guys, enough. We're in public."
Charlotte folded her arms, cheeks puffing slightly in mock annoyance. Seraphina, meanwhile, seemed lost in thought.
"Sera?" Ethan nudged her. "What are you thinking?"
She blinked, as if pulled from a deep pool. "Nothing... just wondering who the 'Apex' of our year is."
Seraphina continued. "I know it's not me. I saw my rank before the exam ended."
Alden smirked. "Oh? Then what was it?"
She returned the smirk with one of her own. "Higher than yours, meathead."
That earned laughter from Charlotte and Ethan.
"Hey!" Alden pouted. "What is this? Pick on Alden day?"
"Every day is pick on Alden day," Charlotte replied, ruffling his hair.
"I will end you. Gently. Lovingly. But end you."
"I'm quaking."
"I am your elder by two days!"
"You're a smug idiot. Got it."
Ethan laughed. "Honestly, I'm not sure if I'm the Apex. I was Rank 2 before I fought that Peak-ranked monster. After that... didn't bother to check. I was more focused on saving you guys. Thanks to that silver-haired idiot."
They all chuckled.
Then Ethan suddenly paused, thinking about something.
"...Guys. What if Alex was the Apex?"
Silence.
Complete, stunned silence.
Then Alden burst out laughing. "Come on, guys! I mean, sure, he earned a lot of points from those vampires and the captured candidates that Char and Sera told us about. But me? Being outranked? Nah."
The other three just stared at him.
"...What?" Alden asked. "You guys seriously think it's possible?"
Charlotte tapped her chin. "As idiotic as Alden is, we can't rule it out. If that guy is the Apex, then the power structure is about to implode. The nobles won't accept it. A commoner at the top? There will be chaos."
Ethan nodded solemnly. "You're right. Most of the nobles are obsessed with bloodlines and status. It's disgusting."
"Okay, okay!" Alden threw up his hands. "Let's not jump to conclusions. He's strong, sure, but Apex? That's a stretch."
Seraphina raised an eyebrow. "Sounds like you're consoling yourself. Jealous, Alden?"
"What?! No!"
"Sure you're not."
"Not even a little."
"You sound defensive."
"I'm not—and I'm surely more handsome than that bastard!" Alden yelled.
Charlotte giggled. "If he really is the Apex... things are about to get really interesting."
All four of them shared a look.
Then, as if synchronized by fate, they all nodded.
A grin formed on each of their faces.
Not out of malice—
But out of excitement.
They wanted to see what would happen.
They wanted to see Alex Dragonheart thrown into the spotlight and how would he handle the situation.
They wanted to see him suffer even a little bit after everything he did to them on the deserted isle.
They wanted entertainment.
And then—
Clack. Clack.
Footsteps echoed from the stage.
A figure stepped forward.
All heads turned.
Her long white hair shimmered under the enchanted lights. Her presence alone silenced the entire hall.
With a confident stride and piercing eyes, Alicia von Crestvale—Alden's elder sister, another renowned prodigy, and the Student Council President of Zenith Academy—stood proudly before them.
Several of the male cadets found themselves breathless without even realizing it.
One guy whispered, 'I think I just saw my future wife,'and got smacked by his actual girlfriend."
Then the lights shifted. All chatter ceased.
Alicia von Crestvale stood at the center, her presence commanding the attention of everyone in the hall.
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THE EXTRA WHO SHOULDN'T EXISTC60 : The apex
Chapter 60: Chapter 60 : The apex
The massive auditorium of Zenith Academy was packed to the brim. Thousands of cadets—first years, seniors, mentors, and even several nobles—sat in neatly arranged rows, eagerly awaiting the official commencement of the academic year.
Banners floated above, enchanted to display footage of the Academy, and the grand chandelier above flickered with a soft blue luminance. Excitement crackled in the air like static before a thunderstorm.
But as soon as a tall figure gracefully stepped onto the stage, the chaotic chatter melted into silence.
It was Alicia von Crestvale.
The dazzling third-year, already a mid-Master ranker, walked confidently across the podium, her long white hair cascading behind her like a comet's tail. Her regal bearing made even the proudest nobles among the cadets unconsciously sit straighter.
The girls admired her. The boys... worshipped her. And even the proud elves, vampires, and dwarves had to admit—however begrudgingly—that she commanded attention.
A hush fell as she stopped at the center, gazing down at the sea of faces with a smirk.
Alicia von Crestvale stepped onto the stage with elegance and confidence, the very air shifting around her presence. Her amethyst eyes gleamed under the spotlight, and her long white coat fluttered behind her like a royal mantle. Instantly, the chattering cadets fell silent, their attention stolen.
Even some of the most composed upperclassmen in the balconies above leaned forward with interest.
Alicia gave a small smirk, clearly amused by the attention.
She raised a hand, and with a subtle flick of her finger, a golden crest formed in the air behind her—the insignia of Zenith Academy—as a rune amplified her voice.
"Welcome to Zenith Academy," she began, her tone smooth but sharp, like polished steel.
"Where your pride will be tested, your titles ignored, and your true strength revealed."
Some cadets straightened at her words, while others glanced nervously around. A few nobles visibly twitched at the part about titles being ignored.
"Now, before we get into the fun part," Alicia continued, her voice laced with theatrical sarcasm, "let me quickly remind you of a few rules. I know—boring—but trust me, you'll want to pay attention if you don't want to end up mopping the Gravity Combat Hall with your face."
A few chuckles rippled through the audience.
She held up a single finger.
"Rule One: No fighting inside the academy grounds."
Her expression hardened. "This is an institution, not a tavern brawl. You throw a punch in the hallway, you'll be on toilet-cleaning duty for a month. With a toothbrush."
Some students laughed nervously.
"Rule Two: If you do wish to settle a score, challenge them to a duel—formally, in the designated arenas. Only if both parties agree. Any forced duel or ambush..."
Her eyes narrowed. "...and the professors will personally 'educate' you. And trust me, they don't teach gently."
A murmur passed through the crowd. The veterans among the upperclassmen nodded solemnly, as if remembering past traumas.
"Rule Three: Damaging academy property will be punished. Severely."
She gestured toward the shimmering dome of the auditorium.
"These facilities cost more than your entire noble estates. So if you blast a hole in a wall or fry a training bot? Better hope you like rebuilding walls and running laps around Avaloria for the next month. Barefoot."
The entire crowd groaned, some in disbelief, others in horror.
Then she paused for effect before holding up four fingers.
"Rule Four: No superiority complex."
Her voice now had a cold edge.
"This one's especially for our precious noble students—"
She smiled sweetly as the noble cadets visibly flinched or sneered.
"who seem to think bullying commoners is a birthright. It isn't. This is Zenith. You are all cadets now. You are judged by strength, skill, and character. If anyone is caught harassing others based on bloodline, status, or wealth..."
Her tone dropped to a warning whisper, amplified for all to hear:
"...you'll be humiliated, stripped of your privileges as a cadet, and—if necessary—thrown out without a second thought."
"Remember, this is not your home. This is not your clan hall, castle, or fancy palace. Here, bloodlines are nothing more than ink on paper unless your strength proves otherwise.
If you're expecting the privileges of nobility, you're in the wrong place. If you think your family name can get you out of trouble—well, let's just say... we have dungeons for that."
The nobles scoffed and sneered at that, some whispering among themselves.
But Alicia's sharp gaze pinned them in place.
"Oh, and for those thinking I'm bluffing?"
Her smile turned wicked.
"Ask your seniors who thought they were untouchable."
At that, the upperclassmen shuddered. A chill ran down their spines as if remembering something they wanted to forget.
"Also, don't forget—your actions outside the Academy carry as much weight as those inside. You represent Zenith now. Wear that with pride. And please—don't make me come after you. Trust me, you don't want that."
A stunned silence filled the auditorium. Then, unexpectedly, the commoner cadets burst into applause and laughter, while the nobles simmered with indignation.
Alicia raised her hand to silence them.
"Alright! Now that I've finished being terrifying," she said with an exaggerated sigh, "let's get to the real reason you're all here—because even I'm not a fan of boring speeches."
The crowd chuckled, the atmosphere finally easing.
"It's time to announce your top ten cadets. And trust me, the rankings may... surprise you."
A few cadets gulped. That was a strong opener.
A ripple of nervous laughter followed, mostly from the commoners who were enjoying the subtle jabs at their noble peers.
A few whispers stirred in the back. "That's... kind of inspiring."
Then Alicia grinned wider. "Alright, let's get to the real reason we're all here."
Cheers erupted.
She raised her hand dramatically. "Drumroll, please!"
Magical runes spun around her as the stage lit up. "Now, I present to you the Top 10 Cadets of this year's entrance examination. If your name is called, please come up to the stage."
She let the suspense linger before announcing:
"Rank 10... Aurelia Lumina!"
"Rank 9... Thalos Lumina!"
Thunderous cheering followed. Fairies all around screamed in joy for their princess and prince.
The fairy cadets erupted into cheers.
"Long live the Princess and the Prince!" echoed several voices.
"Rank 8... Maria Lunehart!"
A radiant girl who looked breathtakingly beautiful in her academy uniform stepped out, drawing thunderous applause from the cadets of the Holy Kingdom of Celestara.
"Rank 7... Elaria Moonshade Lareth'Thalas!"
The elven princess strutted forward, chin raised with a smug smile dancing across her face. The elven cadets practically roared, sneering smugly at the other races.
"Rank 6... Seraphina Starlight!"
The entire male population of the auditorium howled like wolves. Even some professors facepalmed at the intensity.
"Rank 5... Charlotte Evans Avaloria!"
More roars followed, this time from the humans. The human faction now sneered right back at the elves.
A prideful and smug Charlotte walked to the stage, flipping her hair.
"Rank 4... Lilith Noctis Bloodrose!"
Gasps and deep sighs followed as the vampiric beauty walked with deliberate elegance. The boys cheered while the vampire cadets simply nodded in pride.
"Rank 3... Alden von Crestvale!"
This time, there was an awkward silence. A few girls screamed, but the male cadets?
A smattering of polite claps. A few high-pitched cheers from girls. The boys? Not even a peep.
Some even crossed their arms. Alden's smirk twitched as he cursed the male population inwardly.
Charlotte and Seraphina were already giggling.
"Oof," Charlotte muttered. "That's what we call a social casualty."
Seraphina and Charlotte burst out laughing.
"Guess being pretty isn't enough," Seraphina teased.
"Shut up," Alden muttered, face twitching.
Then, with a knowing smirk, Alicia announced:
"Rank 2... Ethan Williams!"
And suddenly, silence.
Pin-drop, world-ending silence.
No one clapped. No one screamed. No one moved.
It was as if the air had frozen.
"Wait... he's not number one?" The thought echoed in thousands of minds.
The prophesied hero. The Light's Chosen. The future of humanity.
Not. Number. One.
Alicia let the silence hang like a guillotine, eyes gleaming mischievously. The tension was exquisite.
Ethan, for his part, simply smiled. He wasn't surprised. Not even a little.
"It's just as I thought," he muttered, a small smile forming on his lips. "That silver-haired joker... is really something."
Meanwhile, a horrifying realization dawned on Alden.
He looked like someone had kicked his puppy.
"No. No. This can't be happening," he whispered. "That silver-haired bastard can't outrank me. I'm better than him. Yes—I'm even more handsome than him!"
Charlotte patted his shoulder. "Now it can only be in your dreams."
Seraphina added, "Maybe if it were a comedy show , you'd be ranked 1."
"Guess you're third wheel now," Charlotte added.
Alden glared at both of them.
As the cadets finally began murmuring again, trying to process the bombshell, Alicia finally spoke up.
"Now then... the moment you've all been waiting for."
She extended her hand. A magical banner unfurled behind her.
"Rank 1 – Alex Dragonheart"
Alicia smirked. " The cadet Who will also serve as your Apex and represent the first years."
Gasps. Shock. Confusion.
"Who?"
No one had heard of this name. No noble records. No fame. No prestige.
Just a name. A mystery.
A silence fell again as the cadets waited. All the top ten cadets had reached the stage. All... except one.
"Alex Dragonheart, please come to the stage," Alicia called.
No answer.
She frowned. "Alex Dragonheart?"
Suddenly, the auditorium doors slammed open.
Two figures stormed in.
It was Alex.
And beside him—Draven Storm Everforge, the dwarven prince.
Draven immediately lunged at Alex, grabbing him by the collar.
"You bastard! We almost died because of you! WHAT WERE YOU THINKING, GOING AMONG THOSE BEASTS?!"
Alex raised his hands innocently. "Relax! We're alive, aren't we? The professor saved us. Perfect timing, wasn't it?"
Draven was fuming. "Alive?! We fought a pack of Nightmares! I almost got my butt punctured, you psycho!"
Then he froze.
So did Alex.
They both turned slowly.
Thousands of eyes were watching them. In silence. In shock.
Alicia cleared her throat loudly. "Well, thank you for gracing us with your... dramatic entrance."
Draven turned red. "Crap."
He turned to Alex and smacked him on the head.
"You idiot! We're an hour late because of you!"
Alex blinked. "Wait... we're late?"
He looked around, confused.
His face turned red with embarrassment.
Then he grinned nervously.
"Did I miss something again?"
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THE EXTRA WHO SHOULDN'T EXISTC61 : A near death experience
Chapter 61: Chapter 61 : A near death experience
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FLASHBACK
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A Few Hours Ago...
The soft hum of early morning resonated through the dormitory halls of Zenith Academy. Golden light streamed in through the arched windows, painting warm streaks across the marble floor.
Alex Dragonheart opened his eyes with a calm smile playing on his lips. Today was the day. Orientation. The first official day of his rise.
Draven, still groggy and rubbing his eyes, glanced sideways from his bunk.
"Why do you look like you won a war in your sleep?" he muttered.
Alex stretched, a glint of excitement flashing through his blue eyes. "Because I did. In my dreams, I ascended."
Draven blinked. "You're weird. Even weirder than usual."
He still remembered the nonsense Alex had pulled the night before. Ever since he showed him his prototype Inviso-Tech suit—a revolutionary suit that could render the user practically invisible—Alex had been stuck to him like glue.
Alex had begged, bargained, and even offered to do one favor—anything in return for Draven to make him one too.
Draven was baffled. "Your favor is worth about as much as expired rations."
"Come on, man. Think of it as a legacy project. The first user of your genius tech!"
To shut him up, Draven had said, "I'll think about it."
That gave him a little peace... until this morning.
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The soft morning light streamed in through the stained-glass window, casting colors that danced across the polished floor. The energy of change was palpable.
Alex stood before the mirror, shirtless, steam rising from the basin near his bed. His silver hair glistened with drops of water, and his chiseled physique bore the evidence of relentless training. A constellation of old scars, battle-born muscles, and the faint glow of energy resonated from his core.
His blue eyes, sharp and determined, stared back at himself in the mirror.
With regal calm, he began to dress.
The matte-black undershirt hugged his body.
The fitted slacks, trimmed in golden lines, added sleekness.
Then came the blazer.
White, with golden embroidery and crimson lining. It slid onto his shoulders with silent majesty.
The gold insignia over his heart shimmered.
Then he turned.
A massive golden Zenith Phoenix spread its wings across the back of his blazer, stitched in metallic thread that caught the light in waves. Its feathers seemed to dance, its eyes burned with intent, and at its center blazed a sword pointing skyward.
It wasn't just an outfit.
It wasn't just a decoration.
It was a statement.
A crown on the back of a king.
He looked like royalty.
Alex fastened the golden buttons, adjusted his collar, then smirked.
"Time to show the world what a background character can become."
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Meanwhile, Draven stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his uniform. The standard Zenith Academy blazer—deep black with crimson linings, silver buttons, and white slacks—fit him perfectly. The silver phoenix insignia over the heart gleamed subtly in the morning light.
"Not bad," he muttered.
Then Alex walked out of the changing room—and time stopped.
Draven's breath hitched. For a brief second, he genuinely wondered if the guy had somehow turned into a royal prince.
Alex wore a pristine white blazer with crimson linings and golden embroidery so elegant it shimmered with each movement. The golden insignia on his chest gleamed like sunlight on a blade.
But the real crown jewel?
A massive Zenith Phoenix emblem in brilliant metallic thread stretched across the back—wings spread wide, flames woven into each feather, and a blazing sword pointed skyward.
The air around Alex practically pulsed with presence.
His silver hair fell in soft layers, framing a face that could have made idols jealous. His blue eyes—calm, cold, yet oddly gentle—made the whole ensemble look like it was custom-crafted for him and him alone.
"Oi... Oi... what the hell is that?" Draven stammered.
Alex raised an eyebrow. "What?"
"Your uniform! Why is it different—and way, way cooler than mine?!"
Alex smirked. "Who knows? Maybe they just gave you an ugly one."
"YOU—! I'm going to file a protest!"
They fell into their usual banter, insults flying playfully back and forth. But deep down, Draven felt a chill.
Then Draven stopped.
He stared at Alex.
Eyes narrowed.
Mouth slightly open.
As if a sudden realization dawned on him.
Then, slowly, he laughed.
A nervous, trembling laugh.
"Nah... no way. It can't be. This joker of a freaky guy can't be..." he muttered to himself, nodding as if trying to exorcise a demon.
Alex raised a brow. "What?"
"Nothing! NOTHING! Let's go."
Draven laughed again, looking at Alex and shaking his head. "Nah. That's impossible. This freak? No way."
Alex adjusted his collar and stepped out. "Let's go. The world's waiting."
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They left the dorm, noticing the eerily quiet hall.
"Where is everyone?" Alex asked.
"Probably already gone. Most candidates wanted to find out who made the Top 10 before orientation even starts," Draven replied.
"Oh," Alex nodded. "Guess we should also hurry up."
They headed toward the warp gate located at the dormitory's plaza. The shimmering archway hummed as they activated it, instantly transporting them to the Central Zone—a vibrant core of the academy where the main academy building was surrounded by lush gardens and towering spires.
The auditorium was only a short distance east of the main spire, clearly visible from their arrival point.
That was when it happened.
"Hey... what's that?" Alex asked.
"Hm?" Draven turned.
Alex pointed at a small creature not far from them. It looked like a miniature fox—silver fur shimmering with a faint glow, eyes bright as moonlight, and faint rings of light pulsing around its bushy tail.
"A Moonfox," Alex whispered in awe.
Draven blinked. "A what-now?"
"You don't see it?"
"There's nothing there, Alex."
Just then, the Moonfox tilted its head and bolted southwest.
Without hesitation, Alex chased after it. "Come back here."
He didn't know why—he just felt he should follow it.
Draven blinked. "What the—ALEX!"
Cursing, he sprinted after him.
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Fifteen minutes later, they found themselves deep in a thick forest.
"Twilight Sanctuary..." Draven muttered, wide-eyed. "You idiot. This place is restricted!"
Suddenly, the Moonfox stopped and looked back, pointing its tail toward a clearing as if urging alex to go in that direction.
The Moonfox looked back at them, then turned and disappeared into a misty thicket.
But as Alex took a step towards that direction, a low growl stopped him.
His feet froze. From the shadows emerged creatures that looked like armored rhinos fused with porcupines. Thick plated skin, massive horns, and long, thorn-covered tails.
"Spikoboars," Draven whispered. "They're territorial beasts—especially dangerous in packs."
Alex gulped. " Draven don't panic it looks like i may have messed up. Time to run."
When he turned—Draven was already gone.
"YOU ASSHOLE!"
He activated Shadow Step—his form blinking across the trees as he teleported meter after meter with each step.
Within seconds, he caught up.
"You goddamn cheater!" Draven yelled.
"Says the guy who abandoned me!"
Then the Spikoboars launched a volley of thorny projectiles.
One almost hit Draven in a particularly tragic spot.
"MY ASS!" he shrieked. "You jackass all of this happening because of you but why are they focusing mostly on me."
Alex laughed mid-run. "Guess they didn't like your face."
"I swear, if we survive, I'll kill you myself!"
They darted deeper, dodging and panicking.
Draven activated a small shield artifact just in time to block another volley of spikes.
They ran, not even realizing they were going deeper into the forest.
They kept running—until they noticed the Spikoboars had stopped chasing.
Breathing heavily, they leaned against trees.
Then silence.
"Hah... we're safe..." Draven sighed.
"Phew," Alex gasped. "Maybe they—"
Suddenly, shadows loomed above and fell over them.
Alex squinted. "Hey... is it gonna rain or something?"
He looked at Draven.
The guy was shaking.
Alex looked up.
A pack of Wyverns.
Big.
Many.
And pissed.
"Oh, fu—"
Fire breath charged in their throats, ready to rain death down.
Both thought it was over.
Just before the flames hit, a figure blinked in front of them.
A massive teleportation glyph bloomed under their feet.
In a flash, they vanished.
They reappeared at the central spire.
Alive.
Panting.
When they opened their eyes—they were back at the Central Spire.
Before they could rejoice, a powerful hand smacked their heads.
"Ow—HEY!"
They turned.
A man in his late 40s stood tall, robes of midnight blue and silver. His gaze was sharp as blades.
"Professor Varellian Dawnstride," he said sternly. "You two morons just tried to get yourselves killed on Day One."
Alex and Draven stood stiff.
"You entered the Twilight Sanctuary without permission—and a restricted part at that. The only reason you're alive is because the sensors triggered an alert. If I hadn't intervened—"
"We're sorry!" both said simultaneously before he could complete the sentence.
Varellian sighed."You're lucky it's your first day. Any other time, and I'd have booted you to janitorial duty for a month. Now go."
When they explained they were heading to orientation, he smacked their heads again.
"You're late. Run."
They checked the time.
They were very late.
Alex blinked. Suddenly, an idea formed in his head. "Professor... could you teleport us there?"
Draven and Varellian stared at him in disbelief.
"Did you just ask the man who saved us from certain death despite all the trouble we gave him—to give us a ride?!"
Veins popped on Varellian's forehead.
Alex, seeing this, said, "I guess that's a no."
He bolted.
Draven followed. "YOU NEVER LEARN, YOU SHAMELESS BASTARD!"
They finally reached the grand auditorium gates.
Panting, covered in twigs and sweat.
They pushed open the massive golden doors.
All heads turned.
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THE EXTRA WHO SHOULDN'T EXISTC62 : The first speech from a future legend
Chapter 62: Chapter 62 : The first speech from a future legend
The grand auditorium of Zenith Academy was packed with first-year cadets, second-years, third-years, faculty members, and a few important guests.
The ceiling sparkled with floating lights, holograms of past champions shimmered along the walls, and majestic banners waved gently despite the lack of wind. It was the First-Year Award Ceremony, and excitement buzzed through the air.
The vaulted ceilings glistened with crystal lights, and the murmurs of a thousands of cadets created a low, expectant hum.
Then, the giant golden doors creaked open.
Alex and Draven stepped through the massive double doors of the Zenith Grand Auditorium, their shoes clicking against the polished obsidian floor. The moment they entered, every eye in the room snapped toward them.
All eyes turned as Alex Dragonheart and Draven entered—sweaty, dusty, and looking like they'd just escaped from a jungle expedition rather than the student dorms. Leaves were still stuck in Draven's hair.
Whispers swept through the crowd.
"Are they late?"
"Wait, did they fight a bear on the way here?"
"Who are those guys?"
The whispers were everywhere.
The two looked like they'd just crawled out of a dungeon—bruised, scuffed, and slightly off-balance from a two-day survival misadventure.
Even as Alex and Draven finished their banter, everyone's attention remained locked on them.
Suddenly noticing the unexpected attention.
Alex cleared his throat and muttered, "Well, that's a warm welcome."
Draven whispered back, "I hate this. Because of you, we arrived late."
Just then, a voice echoed crisply across the hall from the stage.
"Mr. Alex Dragonheart, thank you for gracing us with your presence."
It was Alicia von Crestvale, Student Council President—and Zenith's most terrifyingly elegant existence.
Draven turned slowly to look at Alex with wide, questioning eyes.
"Wait... what? Why is the Student Council President calling you out?"
He stared at Alex, whose face now resembled a man trying to remember if he'd left the stove on.
Alex, however, had bigger problems. His gaze landed on the nine cadets standing confidently on the stage, and at least half of them were clearly laughing at him.
Ethan Williams was holding back a smirk.
Alden von Crest didn't even pretend to hold his laughter. He casually covered his mouth, pretending to cough.
Even Seraphina and Charlotte—normally composed—looked like they were trying hard not to laugh.
And then there was Lilith. Her icy, emotionless expression cracked just enough to flash a brief, mocking smirk.
That one stung.
Alex was pulled from his spiraling embarrassment by Alicia's voice again.
"Finally... please welcome your Apex, Alex Dragonheart."
The words rang through the entire auditorium.
A sharp gasp swept through the crowd as everyone's attention locked onto the silver-haired, blue-eyed cadet who looked like he belonged on a fashion runway rather than a battlefield.
Draven's face turned pale.
"I—what—he's really the Apex? The Apex?!" Draven whispered, shell-shocked.
Memories of the last 48 hours with Alex rushed through his mind—the near-death experience, the forest monsters, the shamelessness.
"So this walking disaster is really our Apex," he muttered repeatedly, unable to believe it. He'd had doubts, but now he realized he had simply been denying reality.
And that was also the moment he realized:
"Yup. We're screwed. Not just me... the entire first year is doomed."
Alicia gestured toward the stage. "Alex, if you please."
Alex began walking confidently down the aisle, his blazer fluttering slightly with each step.
Draven, in contrast, walked behind him like a man heading to his execution.
"Stop walking like a corpse," Alex muttered.
"I feel like a corpse," Draven hissed. "And this corpse hates you."
After a few more steps, Draven slipped into the crowd, abandoning Alex to face the attention alone.
Now under the full weight of a thousand gazes, the whispers returned—this time like wildfire.
"Dragonheart? Never heard that noble name before."
"Is he a commoner?"
"He's so hot though... Did you see those eyes?"
"Where'd he get that uniform?"
And they had reason to talk. Alex's Apex uniform was a sight to behold—
He adjusted his pristine white blazer, adorned with golden embroidery and crimson lining. The massive golden Zenith Phoenix emblazoned on his back shimmered under the lights, capturing the attention of everyone present.
He walked as if the entire hall was his personal catwalk—chin high, steps precise, oozing charisma with every movement.
The girls swooned.
Some guys stared in jealousy.
Others made mental notes to find out who his tailor was—or more precisely, the tailor Academy had hired to design the outfit.
Alex reached the stage, and Alicia pointed to a glowing platform.
He stood there, hands behind his back, looking utterly unfazed.
Alicia's voice echoed again. "Now that all ten of our top cadets are present, we shall begin the awards ceremony."
Each cadet stepped forward one by one to receive:
A silver robe adorned with golden embroidery
Two C-rank artifacts
A platinum badge with the Zenith insignia
She held up the badge. "These grant access to exclusive training areas, resources, and library floors usually restricted to senior years."
The crowd murmured.
Then Alicia smirked.
"Now, let's talk about currency. As of today, credits are meaningless within these walls. The academy uses a merit-based currency system called C.P—Consumption Points."
Confused murmurs followed.
"Your C.P will be credited monthly based on your performance, achievements, and mission completion.
And if you're going outside of the academy for a mission, you can exchange your C.P into credits beforehand. Amazing, right?"
Then she winked.
"And here's the fun part—being in the Top 10 comes with bonus C.P every month."
The crowd perked up.
A hologram lit up showing:
Rank 10: 100,000 CP
Rank 9: 200,000 CP
Rank 8: 300,000 CP
Rank 7: 400,000 CP
Rank 6: 500,000 CP
Rank 5: 600,000 CP
Rank 4: 700,000 CP
Rank 3: 800,000 CP
Rank 2: 900,000 CP
Then she paused.
"Now, how much does the Apex get?"
Everyone leaned in.
"Absolutely nothing."
The hall exploded.
Alex blinked.
"Wait, what?" he muttered. "Am I getting scammed?"
Alicia let the tension build, then chuckled.
"Because he doesn't need any. Everything the Apex desires shall be free of cost—within monthly limitations, of course. Can't let him slack off."
Alex's ears perked up.
A smug smirk appeared on his face.
Alden, beside him, gritted his teeth.
"Why the hell are you smirking again, you bastard?"
Alex whispered, "Jealous, Mr. Third Rank?"
Alden glared daggers.
Alicia smiled knowingly. "Now, we would like to hear a few words from our Apex—the first commoner in Zenith history to claim the top spot."
Alex inhaled sharply.
The word 'commoner' had been dropped with surgical precision.
He knew exactly what Alicia was trying to do and it worked like a charm.
Gasps rippled through the noble students.
Some narrowed their eyes.
Others clenched their fists.
Even among the Top 10, a few faces turned curious.
Even the professors—and Alicia herself—watched quietly, observing.
What was this guy going to say?
Would he act normal?
Act humble?
Demand acceptance?
Alex did none of those things.
In fact, the thought of asking for acceptance hadn't even crossed his mind for a second.
Because he didn't care.
He didn't care about noble pride, commoner inferiority, or any outdated sense of class division.
He only cared about power—and getting things done with the least effort possible.
So, when Alicia handed him a mic out of thin air, like she'd been waiting for this moment her entire life, he took it with flair.
Suddenly, a few cadets—obviously nobles—stood and began walking away.
Some even started insulting him openly.
"Disgraceful."
"Commoner trash."
"I refuse to listen to him."
Others remained seated but hurled insults from their chairs.
"Go back to the slums!"
"Apex? More like fluke."
Alden threw Alex a sarcastic smile, but his clenched fist told another story.
Inwardly, Alden was fuming at every insult hurled at his friend by those so-called nobles—shiny beggars who had nothing to their name except their family's backing.
In his eyes, they weren't even worthy of polishing his shoes. So what if they made it to the Top 2000? If he wanted to, he could bury all 2000 of them alive, and they wouldn't be able to do a damn thing about it.
This was Zenith Academy. Here, power and the ability to achieve it mattered—not bloodlines or fancy surnames.
And yet, those shameless fools had the audacity to mock his friend—a commoner with little to no backing—who had clawed his way to the top with nothing but sheer will and strength.
Alden had seen it himself during the entrance exam. Alex had fought tooth and nail to earn his position as Apex—not because of some noble heritage. Unlike those pampered brats, who remained mediocre despite all the resources given to them since birth.
Still, Alden knew this wasn't his battle to fight. If Alex couldn't handle something as petty as this, then he wasn't worthy of being the Apex in the first place.
Alex noticed and gave a small smirk.
His friend was fuming inside—but not at him. At them.
Still, Alden said nothing. Because this was Alex's battle.
Alex leaned slightly and whispered to the Top 10.
"Get ready, because you're about to hear the first speech from a future legend."
Hearing this all nine of them wanted to scoff at him.
They were going to scoff—but when they saw the fire ignite in his eyes, the intensity within it, they held their breath.
Alex looked over the crowd.
He memorized every face that mocked him.
Every noble that cursed him.
He would remember.
And when he was done with them, they'd remember him too.
He raised the mic.
And took a deep breath.
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THE EXTRA WHO SHOULDN'T EXISTC63 : The Legend and the peasants (bonus Chapter)
Chapter 63: Chapter 63 : The Legend and the peasants (bonus Chapter)
I stepped up to the podium and paused — just long enough to let the murmurs die out.
My gaze swept over the sea of polished uniforms, stiff postures, and smug expressions. Some noble kids were already whispering, rolling their eyes.
I smirked.
"I see some of you already walking out. Guess you're scared of words too?"
The room froze.
A few brave souls chuckled, then quickly shut up when they realized no one else was laughing.
Good.
I straightened my back, letting my voice ring out clear and cold.
"Let me make this easy for everyone here — I'm not here to play nice. I'm not here to give you a motivational speech filled with empty encouragement and sweet nothings."
"I'm not here to ask for your respect."
"I earned it. I took it. And I'll keep standing at the top until I decide I'm done."
Silence — so thick it was almost beautiful.
I locked eyes with a noble in the front row — some blond kid with a triple-barreled last name and a face that screamed 'I've never worked a day in my life.'
"And to all the blue-bloods in the room — yeah, I'm talking to you — who keep mumbling behind their silk gloves and gilded masks about 'pedigree' and 'lineage'..."
"Let me offer a reality check."
I leaned forward, voice low and sharp.
"If you think bloodlines matter — bleed for it. Go ahead. Right here. Right now. Let's see if your golden heritage stops the bleeding."
Gasps. Nobles turned red, others pale.
I tilted my head.
"No volunteers? Shocking."
Then I turned toward the rest of the audience — the hopefuls, the strivers, the lowborn Cadets with wide eyes and clenched fists.
"And as for the rest of you... the commoners who think sheer effort will close the gap..."
I smiled. Not kindly.
"You wake up early. You train hard. You push yourself until you collapse. You dream of catching up."
"But here's the truth — dreaming doesn't change reality. You're not protagonists. You're background characters. Supporting cast. Footnotes."
Some jaws clenched. Others looked down.
"You're the nameless extras in someone else's legend — mine."
The insult sank in like a blade.
"But hey, that's not a bad thing. Every king needs peasants. Every empire needs builders. You're the bricks and mortar. Disposable, interchangeable, necessary."
I gave a theatrical shrug.
"But don't get it twisted — just because you're needed doesn't mean you'll ever be noticed."
A Cadet shot to his feet, face flushed with fury.
"You arrogant—!"
I raised a hand, silencing him without a word. My tone stayed calm, playful.
"Careful. You might strain something trying to form a coherent thought."
He sat back down, fuming.
I continued.
"Some of you nobles love to talk about honor, tradition, and legacy. As if your ancestors weren't backstabbing, coin-chasing clowns who lucked into power and held onto it by stepping on others."
"You wear their names like crowns, hoping they'll distract from your lack of talent."
I turned my back, pacing slowly.
"And some of you commoners worship those same names, thinking if you polish their boots hard enough, you'll be accepted."
"You won't. They'll smile, pat your head, then throw you under the carriage the moment you outlive your usefulness."
I faced them again, my smile sharp as a dagger.
"So here's what I suggest."
"Nobles — stop pretending your ancestors' achievements are yours. You're not royalty, you're relics."
"Commoners — stop begging at the banquet. If you want a seat at the table, flip it."
Silence. Real, burning, furious silence.
"Now, to all of you brave enough to still be listening..."
"Thank you. Truly. Your tireless effort, your dreams of catching up... they provide endless entertainment."
I mockingly placed a hand on my heart.
"You are the wind beneath my wings, the floor beneath my boots, the loyal audience in my one-man show of excellence."
A pause.
"So here's to you — the outraged nobles, the desperate commoners, and the quiet middle-ground mediocrities."
"May you always have the courage to keep reaching..."
"...and the wisdom to realize you never will."
I gave a slow, mocking bow. Then straightened, voice low and commanding.
"Here, I'm the king. I'm your Apex. And I earned that title — not through privilege, not through favors, but through power."
"Not like you mediocre parasites clinging to old names and fragile pride."
I let the words simmer — the rage, the awe, the tension.
"So don't confuse my smile for mercy. I'm not your equal. I'm your reminder — that no matter how high you reach, I'll already be standing there at the top... bored, waiting, wondering why it took you so long."
Then I turned and walked off the stage.
"No need to applaud. I already know I was unforgettable."
I returned to my spot with a smirk, the silence behind me louder than thunder.
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A beat passed.
Then the hall exploded.
Some nobles stood, fuming, their pride wounded. Commoners whispered furiously — in awe, in disbelief, some even hopeful.
And then—
Applause.
Not from the nobles.
But from the commoners I insulted.
They clapped.
Loudly.
Desperately.
Some with tears, some with laughter, but all with fire in their eyes.
Alicia, seated above, wore a massive grin.
"Looks like he passed, doesn't he, Professor Vega?"
An ethereal presence shimmered beside her — Selena Vega, calm and elegant.
"Yes," she said softly. "I wondered if he would break... but he didn't. He stood taller. It was fascinating to watch."
"Indeed it was," Alicia agreed.
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Alden stood frozen.
The speech was insulting. Outrageous. Reckless.
And yet...
"...I kind of want him to do it again."
Ethan nodded beside him, arms crossed. "Looks like he can handle himself quite well."
Charlotte tilted her head, a smirk playing on her lips. "That was entertaining. This guy... is interesting."
Seraphina added, "I almost wanted him to keep talking."
Around them, the top-ranked Cadets silently agreed on one thing — Alex Dragonheart could not be underestimated.
Among the commoners, hushed whispers spread like wildfire. Some dared to hope. Some smiled for the first time.
And the noble girls?
"He's arrogant," one whispered, blushing. "But hot."
The nobles, meanwhile, were still glaring daggers at me.
But I didn't even spare them a glance.
A voice echoed again — this time, not Alicia's.
It was Selena Vega.
"Now that," she said with an amused gleam, "was a speech. Dangerous and motivational."
"Dangerous for who... well, we'll find out in the future."
The attention turned instantly to her — the sheer beauty and grace of her presence enchanting the hall.
I focused too — though not the way others did.i was focused on something else.
She spoke again.
"As you know, my name is Selena Vega. A professor at this esteemed academy... and the teacher."
The room hushed.
"For the Special Class — consisting of the top 50 cadets of the first-year batch."
Cheers. Groans.
"But just because you're in the top 50 now doesn't mean you'll stay there."
"Fall behind — and you're demoted. No discussion."
Murmurs.
"And if you want to take someone's rank?" she smiled faintly. "You can challenge them to a duel."
Gasps.
"But here's the catch — the higher-ranked cadet decides whether to accept. And if they do, they can demand something of equal value."
"Like... say, your expulsion from the academy."
Gulps all around.
Selena's eyes narrowed.
"This isn't a school. It's a battlefield."
"Now let's talk about your accomodations— your temporary dorms are no longer needed. Your things have already been moved to your designated dorm rooms, assigned by rank."
Excitement surged.
"The Top 100 will enjoy luxury accommodations. But remember — rankings change. The moment someone overtakes you, they get your perks."
"Strive to be better. Don't compare. Just improve."
She paused, her voice softening just enough to draw everyone in.
"And now... our Top 10 cadets."
Alden, Ethan, and I all tensed slightly.
"Your accommodations will be different," Selena said. "You are the 'nobles' of this academy. Everyone else — is beneath you... until they prove otherwise."
"Merciless," Alden muttered.
"She's more ruthless than you," Ethan added.
"I'm insulted," I whispered. "Where's the love?"
Selena continued.
"You will each have a personal floor in a dedicated building of Ten floors."
The Cadets stared. I only smirked.
She closed with a fiery note.
"Use this fire you feel — the outrage, the ambition — to rise higher. Prove yourselves. Surpass expectations. Surpass each other."
Everyone started clapping the male population clapped like there life's depended on it.
"That concludes your orientation. Our staff will guide you to your new accommodations. Classes begin tomorrow."
"You are dismissed."
After the orientation was finished.
The nobles still glared at me.
I yawned theatrically and walked off like they didn't exist.
Alden approached first. "Mr. Dragonheart. You're on fire today."
Ethan joined him. "That was amazing. I half-expected them to riot."
Two more joined us — Charlotte and Seraphina.
Charlotte smirked. "Well, well. Looks like the king knows how to handle himself."
I gave her a sweeping bow. "The pleasure is all mine, Your Highness."
She laughed. "You can call me Char. You're friends with these two idiots, which means you're mine too."
Seraphina added, "And you can call me Sera too."
I blinked dramatically. "No. I can't. That's too friendly."
Char raised an eyebrow.
I sighed. "Fine. Char. Sera."
I relied shamelessly.
We all laughed, the tension gone.
As we walked toward our accommodations, led by staff we soon reached our accommodations, I stopped — eyes widening.
The building was massive, sleek, and glowing like something out of a sci-fi drama.
"Whoa..."
Alden smirked. "Cute. First time seeing a big building, peasant?"
I elbowed him.
The staff turned to us.
"The tower has ten floors, ranked by position. The top floor belongs to Apex Alex Dragonheart."
I grinned, already imagining the view.
My throne awaited.
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THE EXTRA WHO SHOULDN'T EXISTC64 : Zara , Lily and the cringelord
Chapter 64: Chapter 64 : Zara , Lily and the cringelord
The elevator doors slid open with a soft hum, revealing the pristine interior. My fingers hovered over the panel with a mix of excitement and anticipation.
Floor ten. The top of the academy's student accommodations. A place of prestige, comfort, and—finally—solitude.
The elevator hummed as it began to ascend, and I leaned against the wall, looking up at the number indicators with a grin creeping across my face.
The tension in my shoulders melted away as the floor number ticked higher, finally stopping at the number I had been waiting for—10.
The tenth floor. My floor. My very own.
Except for the top 100 cadets, every other cadet in the first year had shared dormitories—2 per room, sometimes more in the common quarters.
But not me. Oh no, fate had other plans for yours truly.
As the Rank 1 cadet of the entrance exam—yes, bask in the glory—and one of the prestigious top 10, I wasn't just handed a pat on the back and a 'good job, kid.'
No, the top 10 cadets were granted something... different. Something exclusive. Something that practically screamed, 'You're special, and we want you to know it.'
And honestly? I loved every second of it.
'Take that you noble bastards.'
Because while everyone else was scrambling for dorm keys and basic necessities, I was handed a VIP pass to the unknown.
Let the jealousy simmer, folks. Rank has its privileges.
"Alright, let's see how luxurious this thing really is," I muttered under my breath.
As the elevator ascended with a soft hum, I felt like I was rising toward a dream I never thought I'd reach.
The doors slid open with a whisper and I stepped out, greeted by a sleek, polished hallway that led to a single ornate door.
As I reached the sleek door marked "Highest Priority Access – Tier 1", I raised an eyebrow. No handle. No button. Just a curved metallic arch over the frame, embedded with runes and a strange mirrored surface at eye level.
'Oh great, it's one of those doors that judges you before letting you in.'
I stepped forward, and instantly, the arch glowed to life.
{ "Biometric scan initiating. Stand still." }
Thin beams of blue light swept over my face, then across my retina, before moving down to analyze my posture, bone density, even heartbeat.
'...Creepy. But efficient.'
Before I could comment further, the mirrored surface slid aside to reveal a rune-etched panel. The metal shimmered with shifting patterns and pulsed once.
{ "Please present your mana signature for dual authentication." }
I reached out with my hand, letting my mana flow. Threads of golden light reached from the panel and wrapped around my hand like vines, probing deeper into my aura. It felt like someone was scanning my entire magical soul.
{ "Mana signature confirmed: Alex Dragonheart." }
{ "Biometric match confirmed. Rank: 1 Cadet."}
{ "Advanced-tier access granted. Welcome, Cadet Alex Dragonheart." }
With a gentle hiss, the wall split open—smooth and silent—as if the door itself bowed to let me in.
Inside was a corridor that looked more like a luxury starship than a school hallway. Floating lights danced overhead, and each step I took triggered a soft golden glow beneath my feet, reacting to my mana flow.
I whistled. "Okay... that was seriously cool."
The door slid open with a faint hiss, and I stepped inside.
I froze.
The room... no, the floor was unlike anything I'd ever seen before.
A wide lounge area greeted me first, filled with plush, black-and-gold furnishings that practically screamed expensive. Holographic displays flickered to life as I walked in, greeting me by name and offering me a menu of room settings.
There was a massive panoramic window overlooking the entire academy grounds, from the training fields to the lush central gardens, and I could even see the distant shimmer of the Lakeshore's inside the academy.
But what truly took my breath away was the private training room.
Walls lined with glowing runes, a reinforced floor with built-in gravity modulators, and—best of all—dozens of AI combat bots in resting pods, ready to engage in sparring at a moment's notice. The room was massive, with adaptive terrain simulators and energy shields for high-intensity sessions.
'Damn... this is next level.' I whispered.
"Greetings, Cadet Alex," said a new voice. It was calm, emotionless, and distinctly artificial.
{ "I am Zara, your personal AI assistant. Would you like a tour of the floor or access the default settings?" }
I blinked. "Wait... I get my own AI assistant too?"
{ "Affirmative." }
My grin grew wider. "Best. Day. Ever."
I took a slow walk around the entire floor—bedroom with a king-sized memory foam bed, a bathroom with a hydrotherapy tub, a personal EtherNet console with instant access to academy resources, and even a fridge stocked with premium ready-to-eat meals.
My fingers brushed over the smooth edges of the table in the lounge, and I just... stood there. Soaking it in.
I glanced around with a doubt in my mind. "Zara, do I have to do that whole scan routine every single time I walk in here? The face beam, the mana tether, the full soul read? Feels like I just went through a magical airport."
There was a brief pause before she responded with a faint hint of amusement.
{ "Negative, Cadet Alex. The initial biometric and mana signature scan was for security imprinting. Your unique data has now been bound to this room's internal recognition array." }
{ "Future access will be granted via passive proximity scan—no physical interaction required. As long as your mana core and biometric profile remain stable, the system will recognize you instantly." }
I blinked. "So... it kind of knows me by aura now?" I asked a little confused.
{ "Correct. Your mana wavelength and biological rhythm are now part of the room's active memory mesh. You are quite literally part of the room's access key." }
I crossed my arms, impressed. "Alright, that's actually cool. Creepy. But cool."
{ "Thank you. I strive for optimal functionality." }
"Indeed you do."
After that I soaked in the view of my hard-earned achievement.
A sigh escaped me. 'I've come a long way...'
It felt like yesterday that I was hiding behind crumbling walls of our old house with Lily, trying to sleep on cold concrete while hugging my sister for warmth.
I blinked and shook my head. I needed to share this with someone. Someone who had been with me through it all.
"Zara," I said, walking over to the lounge, "Call Lily."
{ "Connecting to Lily Dragonheart at Avaloria Central Hospital..." }
The moment the call connected, a hologram burst to life in front of me. Lily's image flickered into view—crossed arms, raised brow, and a very familiar death glare.
> "Alex Dragonheart, if you so much as did anything dangerous again, I swear to the gods, I'll come flying over and beat some sense into you!"
My smile froze. "Uh, hi—"
> "Don't 'hi' me! I told you to take it easy! What was that stunt in the entrance exam and then the orientation? 'Oh, look at me, I'm the king of you all!' Are you insane?!"
A vein popped on my forehead. "Hey, hey, calm down! I lived, didn't I? Look! No injuries!"
> "Barely!"
We glared at each other for a moment before simultaneously sighing. Classic.
Finally, I broke into a grin. "Okay, okay. I get it. But let me show you something."
I turned the hologram around and gave her a full 360-degree view of the room.
Her jaw dropped.
> "Is that... your room?!"
"Yep," I said, puffing my chest out. "Your big bro is now the apex cadet. Rank 1. Top of the food chain."
Lily stared in stunned silence, eyes wide with wonder.
Light danced in her eyes, reflecting quiet emotion.
A soft smile formed as tears gathered.
"It's... beautiful, I'm really happy for you alex." she whispered, voice trembling.
She was silent for a second.
> "Remember our old house near the capital?" she asked softly.
I nodded. "Of course I do."
> "The walls were cracked. The roof leaked. We used to stack cardboards against the wind."
I exhaled slowly. "Every day was a fight for survival."
Tears started falling from her eyes. I reached out instinctively, forgetting it was a hologram.
"I remember every second of it," I said quietly. "But now... you don't need to worry anymore. I'm standing tall now, Lily. I'll tear the world apart before anything harms you. I'll find the cure for the abyss corruption too, no matter what it takes."
Lily's teary face paused.
> "Awwww, that's so adorable! Who knew my cringy big bro could spout such melodrama?"
She wiped her eyes... and then burst out laughing.
> "'I'll tear the world apart!' Really?! Hahaha! Oh no, stop! 'Nothing shall harm you while I live!' Haha—what are you, a fantasy drama lead?!"
"Stop it!" I yelled, my ears burning.
> "Ohhh~ mighty Alex Dragonheart, destroyer of worlds! Bringer of melodrama! Cringe incarnate!"
My face was redder than a tomato. "LILY!"
She started mimicking my voice in dramatic tones, even holding a pillow like a sword.
> "Fear not, dear sister, for I shall bathe the earth in flames before harm may befall you!"
I buried my face in my hands. "Zara, end my life."
{ "Command not recognized." }
We argued. We laughed. I mocked her back. She called me an idiot. I told her she looked like a pudding.
But... I was happy.
Inwardly, I sighed. 'Lately, I've been saying too many cringe lines...'
I recalled the enterance exam and the orientation speech.
'If this were a novel, the idiot author would've been crowned the king of cringe.'
[ Author : This bastard 😠 ]
Just as I was about to say something witty, I bit my tongue.
"Ow! What the—"
Lily raised an eyebrow. "Did you just bite your tongue?"
I rubbed my mouth. 'Did someone just curse at me...?' As soon as it came I shook the thought away.
> "Anyway," Lily said gently, "I'm stable. Don't worry. The doctors said my corruption hasn't spread further."
"Good." I smiled. "Get some rest, okay?"
> "Only if you stop saying cringe stuff."
"Never."
She stuck out her tongue. "Bye, cringelord."
"Bye, brat. And would you please stop saying that."
> "Never."
Before I could say anything more, the call ended.
'Huh.' I took a huge sigh of relief after hearing about her condition.
I collapsed onto my massive, cozy bed, arms behind my head, a smile on my lips.
This... this was the life I had dreamed of.
Ding.
{ "Cadet Alex," Zara said, "There is someone at the door. Do you wish to grant access?" }
I raised an eyebrow. "Who is it?"
{ "Analyzing... Match found in Zenith Academy's cadet registry. Visitor identified as Seraphina Starlight." }
I blinked.
'Seraphina...?'
Why was she here?
I sat up quickly. " Zara, Let her in."
{ "Access granted." }
The door began to slide open.
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THE EXTRA WHO SHOULDN'T EXISTC65 : A visit to the apex
Chapter 65 : A visit to the apex
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[Seraphina Starlight's POV]
The golden rays of the setting sun bathed the Phoenix Spire—yes, the building, or tower you could call it, was named the Phoenix Spire—where they would be living from now on.
Seraphina Starlight stepped out of the academy transport shuttle and into her new life as a Zenith Academy cadet.
The majestic tower stood tall against the crimson-tinged sky, gleaming with glass panels and spell-inscribed runes that faintly shimmered under the sunlight.
She tilted her head, admiring its architecture—a blend of futuristic elegance and arcane grandeur.
"Fifth floor… not bad," she muttered softly to herself, brushing a stray strand of blue hair behind her ear.
The moment she reached the entrance to her floor, a mechanical voice chimed in from the hallway, "Mana signature authentication required."
She calmly extended her hand, her palm glowing faintly as threads of mana seeped into the door's crystal scanner.
A second later, the door slid open with a gentle whoosh, revealing her living quarters.
As she stepped in, she gave a light nod of approval. The design was elegant and refined, with sapphire-toned drapes, enchanted crystal chandeliers, and a sleek kitchen that blended aesthetics with magical tech.
The living area boasted a circular glass table, an L-shaped couch, and floating screens for communication and training analysis.
Her bedroom had a four-poster bed laced with enchantments for better mana recovery, and even a personal spa-like bath chamber.
Luxurious? Certainly. Surprising? Not at all.
Born the daughter of Marquis Starlight, Seraphina was raised in opulence. The Starlight family managed several mana crystal mines, intercontinental airship companies, and even a chain of enchanted luxury goods.
Their name was a powerful one—whispers of their influence echoed even in the royal court.
To her, this was comfortable, but not novel.
But then… she remembered him.
The image of a silver-haired boy popped into her mind, eyes wide with childlike glee as he was excited to explore his own living quarters—Rank 1's accommodation.
That boy, who now stood at the very top of the first-year cadets.
Alex Dragonheart.
Her expression softened.
She had first heard his name from her mother, Sonia Starlight, and little Sophia. A young boy defeating low- and mid-rank raiders and their leader who was at intermediate-(peak) rank at the age of sixteen? It sounded like something out of a hero novel.
Seraphina herself had been gifted since birth. Magic flowed through her veins from the age of four. Ice, water, and earth affinity—a rare triad.
Her magic teacher had said she was a prodigy, the future Ice Empress. She excelled in tournaments, won duels, and became the pride of House Starlight.
Noble families lined up with marriage proposals, all of which she dismissed with a roll of her eyes.
But Alex? He wasn't noble-blooded. A commoner. Yet he'd done things even she might have struggled with at sixteen.
She remembered Sophia's excited voice: "Big sis! He looked like a prince! I think he's hiding his identity!"
She'd scoffed then. But after watching him at the entrance exam—his swordsmanship, his spellwork, his cunning…
He tricked everyone. Outsmarted even Charlotte and Ethan—two of the most cunning and intelligent people she knew. And that speech during the orientation? Equal parts bizarre and bold.
That's when she decided—this boy was worth knowing.
And worth thanking.
Well, she was already going to thank him. It wasn't a matter of worth—because he had saved her family.
Her mother and Sophia would've been taken by those raiders if it weren't for him.
Glancing at the clock, she noted the time: 5:03 PM.
Perfect.
After a quick rest, she stepped into the elevator and tapped the 10th floor.
Unlike her floor, the 10th didn't announce itself with flashy lights or grandiose doors. Instead, it looked like a solid wall with no seams, buttons, or even a bell.
"Weird…" she muttered.
Just then, the wall shimmered. With a smooth hiss, it split open, revealing the interior.
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[Alex's house – 10th Floor]
The moment the door slid open, Alex looked up. Standing there was none other than Seraphina Starlight, wearing a silky off-shoulder light blue top, snug white pants, and a pair of sapphire-studded boots. Her blue hair was tied into a high ponytail, cascading like a waterfall behind her.
With a lazy grin, he rose and said, "Welcome to this humble commoner's abode, Miss Sera. What can this Rank 1 cadet and your Apex do for you? Please, come in."
She raised an eyebrow but stepped in with grace. "You really like rubbing it in people's faces, don't you, Mr. Wagonheart?"
Alex choked. "It's Dragonheart, thank you very much. Not Wagonheart."
She gave a mock gasp and brought her hand to her mouth. "Oh! My cutest little sister must've made a mistake." A mischievous grin curled her lips.
Alex blinked—and then the memory struck.
A small, golden-haired girl. Her wide, curious eyes. And her mother—poised and elegant even while terrified. He remembered the high-tech bandits. The fight. And almost getting arrested because of how beggar-like he looked.
"Wait a second…" Alex laughed aloud as he walked toward the private guest area. "So now you've come to thank me?"
She sat down beside him, eyes twinkling. "Yes. My mother and little Sophia are deeply grateful. You didn't just save them—you gave us all peace of mind."
He waved her off. "It was nothing. Besides, your mother did give me 100,000 credits and said I could come to House Starlight anytime for help."
Seraphina rolled her eyes fondly. "Yeah, she's like that."
She looked around, her gaze lingering on the luxurious finishes. "I didn't say it earlier, but this floor really is something else. My 5th floor doesn't hold a candle to this."
Alex smirked. "Oh, you noticed? Let me show off some more."
He clapped. "Zara!"
A feminine voice echoed through the space.
{"What can I help you with, Alex?"}
Seraphina's eyes widened slightly. "An AI assistant? On your personal floor?"
She'd seen her fair share of AI assistants—she had one back home. But seeing Alex's pure delight, and realizing that he came from a commoner background, she played along.
"Wow, I'm really jealous. Mine didn't come with one."
Alex's grin widened. "Perks of being the Apex."
She chuckled. "Alright, Mr. Apex. If you ever need anything—inside or outside the academy—remember, I'm also your friend."
He gave a mock bow. "Of course, my lady."
They chatted for a while longer, the conversation playful and filled with harmless teasing.
Eventually, Seraphina stood. "Well, it's been over an hour. I should get going."
Alex stood as well. "I'll walk you to the door."
But as she started walking, her foot caught on the edge of the plush rug.
"Ah—!"
She stumbled—directly into Alex.
With barely a second to react, Alex reached out to steady her.
Thud!
Only—
They fell.
They both crashed onto the marble floor in a chaotic heap.
"Wha—?!" Alex's eyes widened as he realized Seraphina had landed right on top of him, her body pressed flush against his chest.
He had reached out to cushion her fall, but somehow, in that brief moment of chaos, his right hand had ended up directly over her chest.
The room fell into stunned silence.
Their faces were only inches apart. Her breath brushed against his lips. The scent of her floral perfume and the lavender of her shampoo flooded his senses. Time seemed to freeze.
Alex's heart pounded in his ears. "I—I didn't mean to—"
Seraphina's eyes fluttered open. Her pupils shrank slightly, her cheeks flushed a vivid crimson. "W-What are you—?"
In a panic, Alex tried to move his hand.
Squish.
"Ahh—!" she yelped, her body jolting at the contact.
She instinctively covered her mouth, a blush creeping across her entire face.
He froze. "Oh no. No no no—that was an accident! I swear on my mana core!"
Seraphina's face was burning now, somewhere between shock and disbelief. "Y-You just—!"
"I was trying to get off! That sounded wrong. I mean—get up! I was trying to get up!"
She blinked rapidly, flustered beyond words.
They both scrambled awkwardly to untangle themselves, limbs bumping and sliding—until Seraphina's foot slipped on the glossy, slippery floor.
"Wha—Whoa—!"
They toppled again, falling right back into the same position—only this time, with even less coordination. And once again, his hand landed in a familiar place.
And once again.
Squish.
"Eep—!" Seraphina yelped again, flinching.
This time, it was a different kind of moan.
That was kind of cute, Alex thought.
Suddenly, he snapped out of his daze.
"…That wasn't on purpose!" Alex cried in horror.
"Y-You just—again!" she snapped, then took a deep breath, her voice high-pitched from embarrassment. "Would you stop touching it already!"
"This damn house is cursed!" Alex shouted, removing his hand immediately.
Their faces were now so close their noses nearly brushed, and both of them were completely flushed—red to their ears. Seraphina's heart pounded in her chest. Alex's breath hitched.
For a second, they just stared at each other, eyes locked, heat simmering in the silence.
Then—
"I'm getting up!" Seraphina declared, finally rolling off him and standing up like a lightning bolt.
Alex followed quickly, brushing his clothes down and avoiding eye contact.
The air was thick with awkwardness. Neither knew what to say.
"I… I'm leaving," Seraphina said softly, not meeting his gaze. Her voice was still tinged with fluster.
"Y-Yeah. Probably a good idea," Alex muttered.
The door to the lift hissed open with a gentle chime.
Seraphina stepped in without looking back, though her hand briefly touched her chest, her cheeks still burning.
Before the door closed, she muttered something under her breath, almost too quietly for anyone to hear.
Then she dashed out immediately.
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[Alex's POV – Alone]
Back in the house, Alex flopped onto the couch with a dramatic groan, his hand covering his face as if trying to physically push the memory out of his brain. But it was no use.
He looked at his right hand.
His hand twitched slightly.
"Gods… it was really soft. Like… really soft. And big. Squishy too..." He stared blankly at the ceiling, expression torn between guilt and awe. "What the hell is her cup size? Must be a D… no, wait. Could be an E."
Zara's voice echoed in the silence.
Alex turned red. "Oi! I was just... making an anatomical observation!"
"…." No reply came back.
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[Seraphina's POV – Elevator]
Meanwhile, inside the sleek glass elevator, Seraphina stood stiff as a board, hands clasped in front of her, her cheeks blazing red.
Her reflection in the mirror-like panel showed a wide-eyed, horrified version of herself.
"I want to dig a hole and crawl into it," she mumbled to no one. "And never come out."
She clenched her eyes shut, but that only made it worse. The image of Alex's stunned face, his hands on her, the closeness of their bodies—all flooded back like a tidal wave.
And then… his face.
The soft silver strands of his hair, the way his bright blue eyes widened in alarm, and how his voice cracked in panic.
"…He's actually… really weirdly handsome for a commoner.," she muttered under her breath, before instantly shaking her head in horror.
"No, no, no! What the hell are you thinking, Seraphina?! Remember, you already have someone you like!"
Her hands shot to her face as she let out a muffled, frustrated groan.
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