The Extra Who Shouldn't Exist novel Chapter 93

Chapter 93: Chapter 93 : Pairing up for the ball (1)

The next day, after a comprehensive full-body scan and a few hours of poking and prodding by overzealous medics—who seemed way too excited about his healing rate—Alex was finally discharged from the medical center.

Freedom never felt so good.

He took the lift to the 10th floor, where his penthouse suite awaited—his personal haven away from chaos. The moment the sleek metal walk-like doors slid open with a soft chime, a warm, mechanical voice greeted him.

{ Welcome back home, Alex. Have you fully recovered? }

A smile tugged at Alex’s lips as the familiar synthetic tone echoed through the room. He dropped onto the couch and stretched his arms with a sigh of relief.

"Nice to meet you again, Zara," he replied with genuine warmth. "I’m really glad to be back. You have no idea how much I missed you—and this house."

{ I’m flattered. Shall I prepare a bath? Or would you like something to eat first? }

Alex blinked and chuckled. "Thanks, Zara. I’ll take both. A nice, hot bath and a good meal. I just want to rest a little... I’ve got classes starting tomorrow, and a mountain of studying waiting to crush my soul."

{ Understood. I will prepare them right away. Please inform me if you need anything else. And... }

There was a subtle pause, almost like she was trying to sound motherly.

{ ...be more careful from now on, so you don’t hurt yourself again. }

Alex was touched and amused at her concern. "Thanks, Zara. You’re really helpful—unlike a certain useless system."

System [....]

Alex could swear the pause from the system carried the emotional weight of a sulking toddler.

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After a relaxing soak in his high-tech bath, where steam gently cleaned his pores and nanobubbles massaged away lingering fatigue, Alex emerged with a towel wrapped around his waist and his hair dripping.

Dinner—or more like an upgraded feast—was waiting on the glass dining table. Seared twilight-beast steak, buttered synth-veg, and warm honey-glazed bread that melted in the mouth. All cooked and plated by Zara’s sleek AI-assistant drone, which hovered nearby and beeped with pride.

Alex devoured the meal with barely restrained enthusiasm. "Damn, I missed real food," he mumbled, mouth full.

He barely made it to his bed before collapsing in a heap, belly full and body warm, drifting off to sleep like a log tossed into a lazy river.

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Morning.

A sharp chime and the gentle tug of morning light through glass windows stirred Alex awake. He sat up slowly, yawning and rubbing his eyes. Despite the long nap, he felt well-rested. Fully recharged.

His eyes drifted to the mirror on the wall—and his reflection made him pause.

His hair had grown long—thick, wild, and a little rebellious. It fell across his shoulders like a cascade of black silk, slightly messy but oddly... striking.

’...Not bad,’ he muttered, tilting his head.

Instead of cutting it, he decided to keep it. Grabbing a tieband, he expertly bound his hair into a loose high warrior’s tail—slicked back at the sides, with just a few strands rebelliously framing his face. It gave him a roguish but refined look. A battle-ready warrior look.

He grinned. ’Ladies, please. Try to control yourselves.’

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As he walked through the academy corridors toward Class 1-A, he noticed a flurry of activity. Second-year students lined the halls, decorating with floating holo-banners, shimmering streamers, and illusionary sparkles that danced in mid-air.

’Is there some kind of event coming up?’ Alex wondered, sidestepping a student trying to tape a holographic poster to the ceiling while floating on a hoverchair.

He almost stopped to ask but thought better of it.

’Can’t be late. I’m not ready to face Ms. Vega’s death glare before 8 A.M.,’ he muttered, picking up his pace.

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Alex reached Class 1-A just in time. The sliding door hissed open smoothly, and the moment he stepped in, every bit of chatter in the classroom came to a screeching halt.

He froze.

Dozens of eyes turned toward him, the room falling into dead silence. Students stared wide-eyed, as if they’d just seen a celebrity walk in.

And strangely enough... the girls were practically drooling.

No exaggeration—one even dropped her stylus.

’...Did I forget to zip my pants or something? Well, can’t blame them for getting mesmerized by my godly beauty,’ Alex muttered under his breath, resisting the urge to look down.

The silence was cut short as a blur suddenly shot toward him.

"YOU—!"

A hand grabbed him by the collar and yanked him forward. Alex stumbled, eyes wide.

"What the—!?"

Alex didn’t even need to turn his head. The grip on his collar and the sheer fury radiating off the person behind him gave it away instantly.

"Alden..." he muttered, already sighing internally.

The next second, Alden’s voice boomed across the classroom, loud enough to silence any leftover whispers.

"You bastard! What the hell was that pic you sent me yesterday?! Tell me it’s not real—or I swear, we’re going at it right now!"

He nearly lifted Alex off the ground, shaking him like a ragdoll. The other students watched in stunned fascination.

Alex, despite his windpipe being halfway to crushed, smirked. His voice came out ragged, but his words were crystal clear.

"I’ll tell you the truth... if you just call me brother-in-law."

The class went deathly quiet. Alden’s body froze for a split second. Then a vein bulged visibly on his forehead, and he clenched his fist.

"You’re dead."

"Okay okay—wait! Let me go first—I was joking!" Alex yelped, throwing up his hands as Alden cocked his fist back.

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