The Extra Who Shouldn't Exist novel Chapter 74

Chapter 74: Chapter 74 : Another accident

The cafeteria was a battlefield. Food splattered on walls, chairs overturned, magical sparks still fizzling in the air, and students either cheering, crying, or unconscious under the tables. It was chaos incarnate.

And right at the center of that chaos... stood Alicia von Crestvale.

White hair tied into a neat bun, pristine white-and-gold student council uniform untouched by the madness around her, and an aura so cold it made a frost fairy in the corner start shivering involuntarily. The room instantly dropped ten degrees.

Alicia’s gaze swept over the cafeteria, scanning the mess, then narrowing in on the students still standing.

"All of you," she said, her voice calm—too calm. "Every student who was involved in this senseless chaos, regardless of your year, rank, or house... will be penalized."

Everyone froze.

With a flick of her fingers, a giant holographic board appeared, listing dozens—no, hundreds—of names.

"Effective immediately, 50% of your C.P. will be deducted as a penalty."

Gasps.

Screams.

A kid from Class 2-C literally fainted on the spot.

"Additionally," Alicia continued, unfazed by the drama, "you will clean this entire cafeteria. Every. Single. Inch. Without magic."

The groans were audible.

"And finally, a four-day suspension will be enforced."

Pandemonium.

It was like she’d dropped a bomb made of despair. The students who barely scraped by were already calculating how many meals they’d have to skip. First-years who had just started cried silent tears for their rankings.

Alden was lying flat on the floor like a fallen warrior—arms spread, eyes closed, and expression dramatically blank.

He wasn’t hurt.

He was just... playing dead.

Fifty percent of his Consumption Points? Whatever. He had more than enough. Cleaning the cafeteria? Please, he’d just pretend to mop while casting subtle wind spells to do the work.

Four-day suspension?

"Vacation," Alden muttered under his breath with a smirk, still pretending to be unconscious. "Thanks, big sis."

But then... he felt it.

That chilling, oppressive presence. A shift in the air. Like a predator’s shadow falling over its prey.

A cold sweat broke out on Alden’s forehead.

She was here.

His sister.

Alicia von Crestvale.

"My cute little brother," came a calm, velvety voice layered with terrifying coldness, "you’ll be meeting me in the training room for the next four days of your suspension."

Alden’s soul nearly left his body.

"I trust you understand," Alicia continued with a smile that could kill gods, "since it’s your fault I now have more work. I also need someone to bea— I mean train—to let out some stress."

Alden’s eyes snapped open like twin suns of panic.

"W-Wait!" he squeaked, sitting up straight like a spring-loaded chicken. "It’s not my fault! That silver-haired bastard—Alex! Alex Dragonheart! He caused all of this!"

He spun dramatically and pointed toward empty space like he expected Alex to materialize out of guilt and bad decisions.

Ethan, Seraphina, Ava, and Charlotte, all standing nearby, solemnly nodded like a synchronized squad of traitors.

"Yup," Ethan said, arms crossed. "He started it."

Charlotte chimed in, "Honestly, we were just trying to eat in peace."

Alicia raised a single elegant eyebrow. "Interesting," she said, unimpressed. "We’ll check the footage, of course. But... according to me—Alex isn’t even here right now."

The traitors blinked.

Then looked around.

Indeed... no Alex.

Alden clicked his tongue, lips curling into a wicked grin. "Tch. Lucky punk. Hiding somewhere in his golden penthouse, no doubt."

Then, as if inspiration struck him like lightning, he put on a very evil smile.

"Okay but, training only me would be unfair. How about you take them too?" he said, cheerfully pointing at Ethan, Seraphina, Charlotte.

The silence that followed was immediate and deafening.

Four pairs of eyes turned toward him with expressions ranging from stunned betrayal to murder in progress.

Seraphina narrowed her eyes. "Alden..."

"You bastard," Ethan muttered under his breath.

Charlotte simply whispered, "You absolute piece of—"

Alden just smirked, folding his arms like a smug little devil.

"What?" he said innocently. "Why should I be the only one to suffer? Sharing is caring, right?"

Alicia clapped her hands with a bright smile that sent chills down everyone’s spine.

"Wonderful idea, dear brother. Very thoughtful of you. I insist the rest of you join him."

Before any of them could protest, Alicia turned her gaze on them—that gaze.

The one that said: "Object. I dare you."

No one dared.

Not even Ethan.

Not even Charlotte.

Alicia crossed her arms and added with a faint, almost nostalgic smile:

"Looks like we’re going to have so much fun together. Just like the old days."

Ethan visibly paled. Charlotte let out a soft whimper. Seraphina’s shoulders slumped like she’d just been drafted into war.

The three had trained with Alicia before.

It was not training.

It was torture.

They still remembered the time she made them climb a cliff upside down during a lightning storm. Okay, maybe not a storm—but it felt like one.

Seraphina looked like she was already mentally calculating escape routes.

Charlotte whispered, "I knew today felt cursed."

And Ava? She was quiet... too quiet. Until Alden, smirking like a brat, pointed at her too.

"Take that pipsqueak too. She’s surprisingly skilled."

Ava blinked.

A horrible, gut-deep feeling stirred in her chest.

"You ugly little—"

Ava didn’t know why everyone was horrified, but it was definitely not something good, that’s for sure.

But it was too late. Alicia had already nodded.

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