[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-extra-s-rise":3,"chapter-the-extra-s-rise-the-extra-s-rise-chapter-184":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},1513119,1965,"Chapter 184 Cecilia's Sweet Sixteen (1)","the-extra-s-rise-chapter-184",184,"\u003Cp>The first year at Mythos Academy had come to an end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nine months. Nearly an entire year in this world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The time had slipped past faster than I ever could have anticipated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When I first arrived here, reality had been a weight pressing down on me—a world brimming with prodigies, monstrous talents who outstripped me in every conceivable way. Power, influence, resources, experience—I had none of it. Not compared to them. I had to be careful. I had to be smart. I had to survive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I hadn't just caught up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I had surpassed them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucifer. Ren. Cecilia. Rachel. Jin. Ian. Seraphina. The others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every single one of them had been ahead of me when I first arrived. Now, I stood at the peak of my year.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it wasn't enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not nearly enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strength was a fleeting thing in this world, a transient moment between one struggle and the next. If I stopped pushing forward, I would be left behind. And that was unacceptable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I leaned back into my seat, staring out the window as the flight hummed steadily toward Avalon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were too many things to do, too many loose ends to tie up before my second year began.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First, I had to figure out the truth about Arthur Nightingale—the real one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luna had no answers. That alone unsettled me more than I cared to admit. The memories of this body belonged to him, but they had been nothing more than a faint echo in the back of my mind. A shadow of a life that should have been lived but wasn't.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that meant there was a question I had yet to answer:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where was the original Arthur Nightingale?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one, not even Luna, had an answer for that. And if she didn't know, then whatever had happened to him was beyond anything I had encountered so far.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I exhaled slowly, letting my thoughts settle into something tangible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I needed a plan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three months. That was how long the summer break would last. Three months to sharpen myself into something even greater than I was now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seven months until the Inter-Academy Festival.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And by then, I needed to reach Integration-rank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was ambitious. Maybe even reckless. But I had never been one to take the safe route.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I also had the Tower of Magic to train at, thanks to my newfound sponsorship under Charlotte Alaric. That in itself would be invaluable—not just for magic but for the connections I could make.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, there was Mount Hua. I owed Master Li a visit, and his training would be useful in refining my swordsmanship. Seraphina, too—I needed to check on her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rachel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I had to meet with Alastor Creighton and claim my reward. More than that, I needed to spend time with Rachel before she went off to whatever grueling training the Creighton family had prepared for her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Arden Windward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He owed me a prize from our bet. It was time to collect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'You're going to be busy,' Luna mused, her voice curling into my thoughts like smoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Yeah.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hum of the engines shifted slightly as the plane began its descent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Avalon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a strange word to assign to this place. Even stranger to assign to the people waiting for me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But they were mine, weren't they? The first family I had ever truly had.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And despite everything else—the battles, the ambitions, the responsibilities—there was a part of me that found comfort in that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When I stepped through the door of our home, a wave of warmth washed over me. It wasn't the kind of warmth that came from temperature, but the kind that seeped into your bones, a quiet comfort you never quite realized you missed until you had it again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The familiar scent of home-cooked food—spices, fresh bread, and something sweet baking in the oven—filled the air. My mother always had a knack for making the house feel welcoming, and after months at Mythos Academy, the contrast was almost overwhelming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before I could take another step, a blur of movement slammed into me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Arthur!\" My little sister, Aria, latched onto me like a barnacle, squeezing me with all the strength her small arms could muster. \"You're finally back! Did you bring me anything?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I chuckled, ruffling her hair. \"You don't even say hi first?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She pulled back, pouting, her azure eyes—our mother's—narrowing in accusation. \"You were gone forever! That deserves a present!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I smirked and pulled out a small, enchanted snow globe from my spatial ring. Inside, tiny figures moved in a never-ending dance, a miniature illusion spell keeping it animated. \"Here. Straight from Mount Hua.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aria's face lit up, and she snatched it eagerly, shaking it despite my warning glance. \"This is so cool!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Our mother stepped into the living room, wiping her hands on her apron, her warm eyes settling on me with the kind of look only a mother could give—a mix of exasperation and affection. \"You've grown again.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I smiled sheepishly. \"It happens.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She sighed, then walked up to pull me into a hug, far gentler than Aria's, but just as firm. \"I saw your matches.\" She leaned back slightly, her gaze scanning me. \"You didn't get hurt, did you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not in any way that mattered.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My father walked in then, his expression more reserved, but there was a quiet pride in his eyes. He wasn't the kind of man who gushed over achievements, but I knew him well enough to recognize when he was impressed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You did well,\" he said simply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thanks, Dad.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He nodded, then gestured toward the couch. \"Sit. You can tell us everything over dinner.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It didn't take long before we were all gathered at the dining table, the usual home-cooked feast laid out in front of us. Aria was already halfway through her plate, bouncing in her seat as I recounted everything that had happened over the past few months.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Well,\" my mother said after I finished the short version, \"you certainly know how to keep busy.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I gave a tired chuckle. \"You could say that.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She smiled knowingly, then exchanged a glance with my father before setting down her fork. \"There's something else.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I raised a brow. \"Something else?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She nodded. \"We received an invitation. For all of us.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I frowned. That was… odd. My family wasn't part of any noble house. Invitations, especially formal ones, weren't something we normally received.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"To what?\" I asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"To Cecilia Slatemark's Sweet Sixteen.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I blinked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then blinked again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I leaned back, rubbing my temple. \"That… is unexpected.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My mother smirked. \"Is it really?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I hesitated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No,\" I admitted. \"Not really.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She laughed. \"At least you're aware.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My father, ever the practical one, crossed his arms. \"We're not nobles. Why would we be invited to something like this?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aria giggled. \"Because Arthur's her favorite!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I shot her a look, but she just stuck her tongue out at me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mother nodded in agreement, barely containing her amusement. \"It's clearly because of you, dear. The princess must be quite fond of you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I sighed. \"Cecilia's… persistent.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"She's interested,\" my mother corrected, a knowing smile playing at her lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I didn't deny it. I was more than aware of Cecilia's feelings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was never subtle about them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not even a little.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Well,\" my father said after a moment, \"if we're going, we'll need to prepare.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh!\" Aria nearly bounced out of her chair. \"I need a dress!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I groaned, already picturing the extravagant event ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was going to be… something.\u003C\u002Fp>",1253,"2026-06-06T05:13:22.849Z",1,"novelbin.me","160bf4fb4fe6128c734f3b0cda1dde608baab8b4ea798f97dfa7869e744e808b","the-extra-s-rise-chapter-185","the-extra-s-rise-chapter-183",1100,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-extra-s-rise-cover.jpg"]