The Extra Who Shouldn't Exist novel Chapter 42

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?!"

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