[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-extra-s-rise":3,"chapter-the-extra-s-rise-the-extra-s-rise-chapter-7":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},1512992,1965,"Chapter 7 Torture Training (2)","the-extra-s-rise-chapter-7",7,"\u003Cp>\"How boring,\" Rachel muttered, shutting her book with a quiet thump.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Studying was fine—necessary, even—but there was only so much satisfaction one could derive from reading about mana flow mechanics for the hundredth time when you could just use mana instead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stretched, rolling her shoulders. As expected, she was the female student representative.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Cecilia isn't bad,' she thought as she glanced at herself in the mirror. 'But she isn't quite at my level.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She tilted her head, studying her reflection—long blonde hair, sapphire-blue eyes, flawless posture. Everything was as it should be.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let's go out,\" she decided, brushing imaginary dust from her t-shirt and skirt before stepping out of her room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lounge on the second floor—the heart of the Ophelia Dorm. A place where students could sit, relax, and pretend they weren't under the constant pressure of being the most talented individuals of their generation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rachel stepped inside and immediately spotted a familiar figure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh, hey Ian!\" she called, her voice light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The red-haired prince of the South, lounging on the sofa like he had all the time in the world, looked up and flashed her a lazy, confident grin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hey, Rach,\" he greeted. \"Still up?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Well, it's just ten,\" she pointed out, flopping onto the seat opposite him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment, they simply talked, falling into the easy rhythm of old friends.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So, you're sticking with the spear, then?\" Rachel asked, raising an eyebrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ian snorted. \"Of course. The Viserions have been spearmen for generations. I'd probably be disowned if I picked up a sword.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yeah, but your draconic bloodline alone would make you strong no matter what you chose,\" she pointed out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"True, but tradition, you know?\" he said with a shrug. \"What about you? You're getting special training for your light magic, right?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rachel sighed, leaning back. \"Yeah. It's a little frustrating, honestly. There's no one else with light mana who's anywhere close to my level. Same with Jin and his dark magic.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Well, those two elements are basically their own schools of magic,\" Ian mused. \"It makes sense.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It does,\" Rachel admitted. \"Still, I'm excited!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ian grinned. \"Same. I just hope Ren doesn't ruin everything.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rachel rolled her eyes. \"He wanted to bully Arthur straight away.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He's not really the bully type,\" Ian corrected. \"More like the 'I will crush anyone weaker than me on principle' type.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rachel sighed. \"I just don't want him to chase Arthur out.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then I guess we'll just have to do our part,\" Ian said, smirking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They changed the topic, drifting into other conversations—family, training, ridiculous academy rumors—until the elevator chimed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone stepped out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hey, Arthur,\" Ian greeted casually.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur looked exhausted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hey, Ian. Rachel,\" Arthur returned the greeting with a weary smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rachel's gaze immediately scanned him. He looked drained, his uniform damp with sweat, his hair slightly disheveled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What were you doing?\" she asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Training,\" he said simply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ian let out a low whistle. \"That's some dedication.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur shrugged. \"Thanks.\" He yawned, stretching. \"Sorry, I need to wash up and sleep. I'm completely wiped.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yeah, sure. Let's talk tomorrow,\" Ian said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rachel watched Arthur carefully as he walked away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something felt different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Did he get stronger?'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She shook her head. Impossible. Training made you stronger, sure, but not in one day. Not in a way that would be noticeable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She must have imagined it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, as Arthur disappeared down the hallway, the thought lingered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Was I really mistaken?'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wasn't sure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that bothered her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>__________________________________________________________________________________\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stepped into the shower, the warm water cascading over my sore muscles, washing away the exhaustion of ten hours of pure self-inflicted torture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'I think my mana improved by two percent or something,' I mused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not exactly a grand achievement, but progress was progress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reaching mid Silver-rank from low Silver-rank required a fifty percent increase in total mana capacity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At my current rate, if I could somehow train ten hours a day without turning into a walking corpse, I could reach mid Silver-rank in a month.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, that was about as realistic as outpacing a dragon on foot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Still…'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I clenched my fist, feeling the lingering hum of mana in my circuits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'My mental resistance is insane.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the real surprise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most people would have collapsed or lost focus long before their mana circuits started adapting. The sheer pain, the exhaustion, the mental strain—it should have worn me down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, I had been completely immersed, as if the suffering was just another part of the process.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That meant something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That meant I had an edge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'With this, I can make up for my lack of talent.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because I wasn't gifted. No legendary bloodline, no natural affinity that let me command mana like it was an extension of my own will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But I had endurance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I could keep going when others would break.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that would be enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I shut the water off and stepped out of the shower, wiping the steam off the mirror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A stranger stared back at me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Azure eyes. Black hair. The face of Arthur Nightingale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I raised my hands—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slap!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both palms smacked against my cheeks, the sudden sting jolting me back into focus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'I can't keep worrying about this.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It didn't matter who I used to be.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What mattered was what I was going to become.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I exhaled, steadying my thoughts. I needed a goal. A real one. Something that would drive me forward without hesitation, without fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something insane.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'm going to surpass Lucifer Windward by the end of the first year,\" I said aloud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then I laughed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A low chuckle at first, then a proper, almost deranged laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because it was absolutely ridiculous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucifer Windward wasn't just strong—he was the strongest of this generation. The youngest White-ranker in history.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Surpassing him wasn't just ambitious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was borderline suicidal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, if I didn't set a goal that high, I would never even come close.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I ran a hand through my damp hair, my fingers gripping at my scalp as I let the madness of the idea settle in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Alright then, let's aim for the impossible.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As I dried off, I thought back to my mana increase.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two percent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A fraction of progress, a tiny push toward the threshold of mid Silver-rank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't a breakthrough yet. More like chipping away at a massive stone wall, getting closer and closer until eventually, one final push would send it crumbling down all at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When I reached mid Silver-rank, it would be an instant surge—a full fifty percent increase in power at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't much in the grand scheme of things.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it would be the first real step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then there was Rachel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had noticed something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her gaze had lingered on me earlier, like she had sensed a change.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that was impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I hadn't gotten stronger. There was no way anyone could detect a mere two percent increase in mana purity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, she had looked at me like she had seen something shifting beneath the surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I frowned, toweling off my hair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rachel Creighton was supernaturally talented, that much was clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But even she couldn't possibly sense something that wasn't there…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…Right?\u003C\u002Fp>",1199,"2026-06-06T05:13:22.572Z",1,"novelbin.me","60b57a00dd12c90e8663ad0adf0f5dd857cd973c36e40b4044fa244c55528cc3","the-extra-s-rise-chapter-8","the-extra-s-rise-chapter-6",1100,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-extra-s-rise-cover.jpg"]