[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-extra-s-rise":3,"chapter-the-extra-s-rise-the-extra-s-rise-chapter-241":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},1513326,1965,"Chapter 241 241: Second Year (1)","the-extra-s-rise-chapter-241",241,"\u003Cp>The second year at Mythos Academy had begun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A fresh start. A new battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike the first year, where everything had been about adapting, proving ourselves, and surviving the brutal hierarchy of the Academy's rankings—the second year was different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This year had two major events.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Inter-Academy Festival—a competition between the strongest academies in the world, where our skills would be tested against the best of the best.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the Field Trip turned disaster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a quiet first night back, I adjusted to my new dorm—Ophelia Hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't particularly different in terms of size or luxury from my old first-year dorm, but the location had changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I was now on the top floor, which meant two things: more time in the elevator but also more privacy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A fair trade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Morning came quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I dressed in my Mythos Academy uniform, which remained largely the same—except now, where the Roman numeral 'I' had been, a bold 'II' was stitched onto the fabric, marking my promotion to the second year.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A small change. But a significant one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, I made my way to the Commencement Ceremony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hyperloop station was busy, students rushing towards the auditorium, eager whispers filling the air. As I boarded, I felt more eyes on me than usual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not surprising.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dancing with three princesses at major noble events and securing Rank 1 in the most competitive generation in years had made me somewhat of a campus-wide sensation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Annoying. But expected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hyperloop arrived, and I stepped into the massive auditorium, where thousands of second-years were already seated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My gaze scanned the room until I spotted four familiar heads—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two blonde.One silver.One brown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were all sitting together, an empty seat left right in the middle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oh. For me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I made my way over and took the seat between Rachel and Seraphina, with Cecilia and Rose sitting beside them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rachel turned, huffing. \"You took so long.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I smirked. \"Takes time to look this good.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cecilia snorted. \"You took longer than the four of us, and we're girls.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I rolled my eyes. \"Stop complaining.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before she could retort, the lights dimmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence settled over the crowd as a figure stepped onto the stage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A woman with navy blue hair, her aura unmistakably commanding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eva Lopez.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Headmaster of Mythos Academy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seraphina leaned slightly towards me, murmuring, \"We really get preferential treatment, huh?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I hummed in agreement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, Eva's voice rang through the auditorium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hello, second years.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice was smooth, controlled—sharp enough to command respect, but warm enough not to be outright intimidating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Welcome back to Mythos Academy. I trust your summer break was both eventful and—hopefully—relaxing.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A murmur rippled through the audience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Relaxing? Yeah, sure. If getting nearly killed by a Radiant-rank cult leader counted as relaxing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Now,\" Eva continued, \"I will outline a few key changes for your second year.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The auditorium stilled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"As before, you will undergo two practical evaluations in your first semester. However, your mid-term and final evaluations will be merged into a single event—the Inter-Academy Festival, taking place in December.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A buzz of excitement spread through the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Inter-Academy Festival wasn't just some internal ranking test.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a world-stage competition where Mythos Academy would be facing off against other top academies, with nobles, guild representatives, and world leaders watching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Additionally,\" Eva continued, \"second-years are now required to join a club as part of their elective program. If no existing club suits your needs, you may form your own—provided it is a unique concept and has at least four members, including yourself.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I barely processed that before her next words rang out—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Now, will the two student representatives step onto the stage?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, she read the names.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Rank 1, representing the male students—Arthur Nightingale.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No reaction from me. Expected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Rank 4, representing the female students—Rachel Creighton.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I felt Rachel stiffen beside me before she let out a dramatic sigh. \"Why is it us?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I chuckled, pushing myself up from my seat. \"Because we're the best, obviously.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She gave me a flat look. \"I swear, you're getting more arrogant by the day.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I grinned. \"Only because I know you secretly love it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rachel rolled her eyes, but I caught the slight pink hue dusting her cheeks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stepped forward, feeling the weight of thousands of eyes on me as I walked toward the stage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The second year had officially begun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Rachel and I repeated the oath, we made our way back to our seats.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ceremony was far shorter than last year's—less fanfare, less drawn-out explanations. No need for hand-holding this time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We were second-years now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They expected us to already know the rules.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And just like that—it was over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No time wasted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Straight to class.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since Rose had been moved to Class A, all five of us—Rachel, Cecilia, Seraphina, Rose, and I—were now in the same homeroom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We walked together, weaving through the halls of the second-year building until we reached the fifth floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment we entered the classroom, I took a quick scan of the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eight other students were already inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucifer.Ren.Jin.Ian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clana Lopez.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'So she's here now too.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Headmaster's daughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A slight surprise, but not entirely unexpected. Clana was strong enough to deserve a place here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, her inclusion meant something. The Academy didn't make changes to Class A lightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then there was Lucifer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I felt it before I even looked at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shift. The change in his presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had already completed the second stage of Integration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Twice the mana quality.Twice the mana quantity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could already take down a mid Integration-rank opponent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that meant—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was stronger than me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I clicked my tongue, shifting my focus back to Rose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wait, Rose—what's your rank?\" I asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She smiled, casual as always. \"Rank 10.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I blinked. \"Oh. Not bad.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She chuckled. \"Not bad? Please, Arthur, I just got here. Give me some time.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We took our seats, following the usual class hierarchy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First row:Lucifer and I.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Second row:Rachel and Ren.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Third row:Cecilia and Seraphina.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fourth row:Jin and Ian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fifth row:Rose and Clana.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clana and Rose were the weakest students here but they were already at mid Silver-rank. Ren and Rachel were both at White-rank but I could tell Ren had already began the Integration process and would likely complete the second stage by the time the Festival began.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The door slid open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A familiar figure strode inside, his presence as imposing as ever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor Nero Astrellan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His sharp grey eyes scanned the classroom, taking us all in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Welcome back, Class A,\" he greeted, his voice even, measured. Then, his gaze flicked to Rose and Clana.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And welcome to our two new students.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He clasped his hands behind his back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Now, let's begin the briefing for your second year at Mythos Academy.\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1130,"2026-06-06T05:13:22.849Z",1,"novelbin.me","4270875377747ba4cf9be42b6c6caa0457934b310d2c8bd4fb58b6ac9ff1a498","the-extra-s-rise-chapter-242","the-extra-s-rise-chapter-240",1100,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-extra-s-rise-cover.jpg"]