[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-extra-s-rise":3,"chapter-the-extra-s-rise-the-extra-s-rise-chapter-17":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","The Extra's Rise",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1513002,1965,"Chapter 17 Mid Silver-rank","the-extra-s-rise-chapter-17",17,"\u003Cp>I had, somehow, caught Cecilia's interest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was objectively bad news.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cecilia Slatemark wasn't just a prodigy or a noble princess—she was a genuine menace to society, someone who broke people for fun. Not out of hatred or spite, but because she found it entertaining.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now, she found me interesting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which meant I was one misstep away from becoming her next plaything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Avoiding her wasn't an option, and worrying about it wouldn't make me any less weak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I still had far too much work to do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, as soon as I returned to my dorm, I grabbed my sword, steeled my resolve, and headed back to the training hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no time to waste.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Tempest Dance Technique was relentless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Grade 5 Art didn't tolerate hesitation, and it certainly didn't tolerate mistakes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strike. Step. Build.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each movement fed into the next, momentum compounding, aura growing denser with every successive strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The challenge wasn't just executing the steps correctly—it was about maintaining the rhythm, the flow, the storm building with each motion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I pushed forward, repeating the movements, feeling the subtle misalignments in my aura.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, my movements were too stiff, my aura reinforcement too jagged, the transitions not as fluid as they should be.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I gritted my teeth. Again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strike. Step. Build.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I adjusted my stance, allowing my body to move more naturally, rather than forcing the technique.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I focused on the flow, on how each movement connected to the next, on the way my aura shifted with every strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And suddenly—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It clicked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The movements fell into place, each one feeding the next in perfect harmony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strike. Step. The power grew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strike. Step. The momentum surged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My aura flared, coiling around my blade like a living storm, compounding in strength, layering itself over each previous strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I felt the difference instantly—the blade cut through the air smoother, faster, the weight of my aura pressing down on every swing, building with every completed motion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I exhaled sharply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, as if sensing the moment, something shifted inside me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A familiar pressure coiled in my core, a sensation I had been chasing for weeks now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A deep, burning thrum settled in my chest, my mana circuits tightening, then stretching, adapting to the sheer force of mana surging through them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, it was just an ache, a dull sensation that had become almost familiar over the course of my training.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this time, it didn't stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ache grew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pressure inside me built—not like a flood, but like a dam reaching its limit, straining, creaking, seconds away from breaking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I gritted my teeth, pushing my aura further, feeling it surge through my veins, burning away every weakness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My body screamed for relief, but I didn't stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I couldn't stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pressure swelled, my circuits expanding, my core reaching out for something just beyond its grasp—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The threshold shattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A rush of pure energy exploded through my body, a tidal wave of mana refining itself, reshaping the core within my sternum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My circuits burned white-hot, but this time, it wasn't pain—it was growth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mana inside me was smoother now, denser, stronger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I felt the weight of my aura shift, the sheer potency of my mana doubling in strength, as if a chain had snapped loose, letting it finally flow freely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mid Silver-rank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I had finally broken through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stood there for a moment, adjusting to the newfound strength, feeling the way my aura settled around me differently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was a lightness to my movements now, but also a greater weight, as if my body had recalibrated itself, prepared for something more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I let out a slow, measured breath, gripping my sword tighter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, without hesitation—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stepped forward, raised my blade—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And began again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>__________________________________________________________________________________\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After I finished training, I headed back to the Ophelia dorms, exhaustion settling into my bones in the oddly satisfying way that only came after a productive session.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As I stepped out of the elevator, I was, once again, greeted by Rachel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was exactly where she always was—lounging in the common area, scrolling through her phone, as if she had all the time in the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked up the moment I walked in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hello. Training again?\" she asked, her voice light, amused, like she already knew the answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yeah,\" I said simply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes widened slightly as she looked me over, scrutinizing me with a sharpness that suggested she wasn't just making small talk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, just as quickly, her lips curved into a wider smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Congratulations on breaking through.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I blinked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Well. That was fast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I hadn't expected to hide it, but I also hadn't expected her to notice immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thanks,\" I said, nodding as I continued toward my room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rachel didn't say anything else, just watched me go, that same unreadable expression lingering on her face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As I reached my door, a thought settled in my mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rachel was always in the lounge when I returned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't strange—after all, plenty of students liked relaxing here before heading to their rooms. But consistently? Every night?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I shook my head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike Cecilia, Rachel wasn't someone I needed to avoid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was a kind person, genuinely so—not a sociopath who broke people for entertainment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, she still kept people at an arm's length, and there was a quiet sense of superiority about her, the kind that came naturally to people who had always been exceptional.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she wasn't like Cecilia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rachel wouldn't play with me until she got bored, then throw me away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so, I didn't mind her presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stepped inside my room, closing the door behind me with a quiet click.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I was one step closer now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One step closer to catching up to Class A.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur had already been closer to mid Silver-rank than I had initially thought, which was why I had been able to push through the breakthrough in just a few weeks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I scratched the back of my head, thinking back to my earlier miscalculation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I still wasn't fully used to this body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were layers of strength I had yet to tap into, instincts that were buried beneath the unfamiliarity of being someone else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But with this progress, reaching high Silver-rank was just a matter of time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I had a deadline now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Winter break.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By then, I needed to erase this disadvantage completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, the training method never got easier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pain never lessened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was effective.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that was enough.\u003C\u002Fp>",1083,"2026-06-06T05:13:22.572Z",1,"novelbin.me","0676cd8eee5c9e85e634b80044b52f562d3a1c34990ba0e8e4baf59f5701b17c","the-extra-s-rise-chapter-18","the-extra-s-rise-chapter-16",1100,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-extra-s-rise-cover.jpg"]