[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-extra-who-shouldn-t-exist":3,"chapter-the-extra-who-shouldn-t-exist-the-extra-who-shouldn-t-exist-chapter-66":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","The Extra Who Shouldn't Exist",{"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},1550239,2013,"Chapter 66 : The first day at the academy.","the-extra-who-shouldn-t-exist-chapter-66",66,"\u003Cp>The soft hum of the morning sun barely filtered through the tinted windows of my luxurious tenth-floor penthouse. My eyes fluttered open slowly, adjusting to the ambient blue lights running across the ceiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Zara,\" I mumbled, voice still coated in sleep. \"What time is it now?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>{ \"Good morning, Alex,\" }\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>came the smooth, feminine voice of my AI assistant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>{ \"It is currently 7:40 a.m. Your first class at Zenith Academy begins at 8:00 a.m.\" }\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It took me a second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"WHAT?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I flung off my covers like they were on fire and shot up from bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"ZARA! Why didn't you wake me up at 7 a.m. like I told you?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zara responded calmly, as if she wasn't the reason I was about to set a school tardiness record.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>{ \"I did, Alex. Three times, in fact. The first two, you mumbled, 'Give me five more minutes.' The third time, you put me on sleep mode and said, and I quote: 'I am a night demon and need no mortal schedules.'\" }\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I froze mid-sprint to the bathroom. That... did sound like me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Zara, next time you have full permission to take extreme measures to wake me up. Kick that night demon's ass if you have to.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>{ \"Duly noted, Alex,\"}\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zara replied cheerfully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>{ \"Shall I prepare the electroshock setting for tomorrow?\" }\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don't push it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I dove into the shower and emerged five minutes later, barely resembling a functioning human being. My hair was still damp, my uniform half-wrinkled, and I probably smelled like Eau de Panic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I bolted to the elevator, which took me to the ground floor in ten seconds flat. As I burst out the doors, I glanced at my academy-issued smartwatch—an ultra-advanced model far superior to anything from Earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>7:55 a.m.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Five minutes!\" I gasped. \"If I'm late again, that's a hat trick of humiliation. First the entrance exam, then the orientation…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I launched into a full sprint toward the warp gate, dodging confused staff and startled cleaning bots. A few students gave me weird looks. I ignored them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Warping into the Central Spire, I quickly checked the classroom number—4th floor, Class 1-A.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I took the lift up, muttering curses at the painfully slow seconds ticking by. It stopped at the 4th floor. One minute left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I burst out, boots skidding on the polished floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Almost there…!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as I turned the corner, I noticed someone else sprinting beside me—well, more like clumsily stumbling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had ash-brown hair tied into a messy bun and deep black eyes filled with sleep deprivation. She was... quite pretty. Her heavy chest bounced with every step, her breath ragged. She was clearly pushing her limits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We reached the classroom door together at 8:10 a.m. I pushed it open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good morning, Mr. Dragonheart,\" came a sultry, sarcastic voice from within. \"Is this the example the Apex of the class wants to set? And congratulations on your hat trick.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire classroom erupted in laughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Standing at the podium was Ms. Selena Vega, our homeroom teacher. She was stunning—raven-black hair cascading down her shoulders, a dark crimson blouse that hugged her curves a little too snugly and highlighted her assets, and heels that made a gentle click as she walked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One look at her and the only thing that came to my mind was:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Mommy, please punish\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I shook the thought away like a dog in a thunderstorm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I glanced around and—of course—Ethan, Alden, Charlotte, and Seraphina were in the front row, laughing their heads off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I—I'm sorry, ma'am,\" I said, pulling my best puppy-dog expression. \"I overslept.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before she could respond, the girl beside me chimed in, \"I'm sorry too, ma'am. I was working on a potion and lost track of time.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ms. Selena's stern gaze softened. \"Ava Green, right? I can see you've been… utilizing your time. Unlike a certain someone.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The class laughed again. I flinched. Discrimination!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Since this is both of your first time being late,\" Selena said, eyeing us both, \"I'll overlook it. But be punctual from now on.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We both nodded frantically like soldiers and headed to our seats.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, most people would've sat with their friends. But not me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I sauntered to the back of the classroom and took a window seat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because main characters sit by the window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ava quietly followed and sat beside me. The front rows were already packed, and she looked nervous just being in a room with so many elites.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ms. Selena clapped her hands. \"Good morning, everyone. I am your homeroom teacher, Selena Vega. I will also be instructing you in Mana Theory.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment she started talking, every guy in class sat straighter than they ever had in their lives. Eyes glued. Jaws slack. Concentration levels? Over 9000.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She turned, her clothes fluttering. \"You're not just students. You are Special Class. That means you don't get to be average. You don't just learn. You represent.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The class hung on every word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your discipline, performance, and conduct must exceed expectations. You'll be the ones chosen for elite missions, field trials, and international tournaments. Do not waste this chance.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone nodded seriously at that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Selena's voice was captivating, and her looks even more so.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She smiled and tapped the holographic board. \"Now, let's begin with our first lesson—Mana Theory: The Harmonic Source Principle.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>---\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mana Theory of Etheron – The Harmonic Source Principle (SES Version)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>> \"Mana is not just a force. It is a harmonic echo, formed when your soul interacts with the dimensional essence of the world. When that interaction resonates properly, mana manifests.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>---\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Three Anchors of Mana:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>1. Material Anchor (Body) – Your physical vessel—the stabilizer of raw mana.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>2. Spiritual Anchor (Soul) – The source of your Soul Echo Signature (SES)—your unique magical identity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>3. Mental Anchor (Mind) – The interpreter of those echoes. It translates intention into reality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>---\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soul Echo Signature (SES):\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Every soul emits a unique echo. That's your SES. It determines how your mana behaves, which elements you resonate with, and what forms your magic takes.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Examples:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A fiery SES may cast fire, lightning, or passion-based spells.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A fluid SES creates water, healing, or dream magic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A fractured SES can manipulate space, void, or time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A silent SES might link to fate, memory, or the soul.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"SES evolves. It's also shaped by trauma, conviction, near-death experiences—even forbidden knowledge.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I perked up. That... explained a lot about my own mana.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>---\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mana Affinity = Echo Formed\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Elemental affinity is not fixed. Two fire mages may have entirely different SES—one born from rage, one from joy—and their magic reflects that.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>---\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mana Cores – Echo Chambers of the Soul\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your mana core amplifies your SES. Clarity determines control.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\" There's also a myth about it known as:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Primal Echo\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Legends say that there's a Primordial Echo—the original essence of creation. If your SES aligns with it, you could reshape fate itself.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>---\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The class was stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before we knew it...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Selena smiled. \"And that's the introduction.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hour passed in the blink of an eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time flew, and before anyone realized—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That will be all for today,\" Selena said with a smile. \"See you in our next session.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire class blinked as the clock struck 9:00 a.m. Already?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two more classes passed. I listened in but didn't do anything special. Mostly just absorbed information.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because even though I played the game, I couldn't remember every single bit of info. And theory lessons like these? Skipped by players like me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>---\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally—break time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My stomach growled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But just as I stood—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>GRRRRUUUUMMMMBBBBLLLLLEEEE.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another stomach roared beside me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I turned to see Ava hiding her face in both hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Timid. Cute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I smiled. \"Hello. I'm Alex Dragonheart.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ava peeked out shyly. \"I—I'm Ava Green... and yeah, I know you. I think the whole academy knows you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I grinned. \"Well, you're not wrong.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then, footsteps approached. Alden, Ethan, Charlotte, and Seraphina.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And not so surprisingly—Seraphina... avoided eye contact? 'Guess she still isn't over it.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alden smirked. \"Harassing a classmate already, Mr. Apex?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I shot back, \"Jealous much, Mr. Third Rank?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Charlotte sighed and stepped between us. \"We're going to the cafeteria. Want to join us?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes flicked to Ava. \"You're welcome too.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ava's eyes widened. \"I—I… Sorry, Princess, I'm not worthy to sit with you guys. I mean, you're all… and I'm just…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Charlotte interrupted, \"You're in the Special Class. That means you're special. Don't undermine yourself. You've earned your seat. Be confident.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ava blinked. A small, stunned smile formed. \"Thank you, Princess.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone laughed softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seraphina gently took her hand. \"This is Zenith Academy. We're all equals here. Come on.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a shy nod, Ava joined us as we headed to the cafeteria.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As we turned to leave the classroom, something in the corner of my eye caught my attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A guy at the door. Nervous eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was looking right at me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Our eyes met.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then bolted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He ran like his life depended on it, crashing into desks and sprinting out of the class like a panicked NPC.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My smirk returned. \"Oh no… You don't get to run.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I raised my voice. \"Alden! Catch that guy!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alden blinked. \"Wait, what?! Who even—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"JUST DO IT!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sigh. \"Damn it, fine.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alden dashed like a bloodhound on turbo mode. The hallway echoed with footsteps and gasps from students. The runner zigzagged, vaulted over a bench, and—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CRASH!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alden tackled him mid-run, slamming them both into the corridor wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Got him—\" Alden breathed, then paused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His entire expression shifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I walked up slowly, hands in my pockets, boots tapping like the steps of judgment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There he was. Pinned to the wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Draven Strom Everforge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dwarven prince.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alden blinked. \"It's him…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Unhand me, this instant!\" Draven barked, trying to squirm out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I reached him, eyes glinting. \"Well, well. Look what we have here.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Draven squinted. \"I—I don't know you! Never seen you in my life!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I put a hand to my chest dramatically. \"How could you say that after everything we've been through? The monsters. The near-death. The teamwork.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You were the reason we almost died you bastard.!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh, I'm hurt.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He started wiggling his legs to free himself. \"Let me go!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stood and declared like a judge in a royal court, \"Nope. You're coming with us. A tech genius like you? I'm not letting you vanish.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Draven's eyes widened in horror. \"Oh no…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I grinned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh yes.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>--------------------------\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A\u002FN :-\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guys i know the chapter update shedule is messed up but my exams are coming this week so this might happen. i hope you guys understand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Also @ DaoistP5ZNDv , @Sahara_2345\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thanks for the golden tickets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thanks for your time and support i appreciate it.\u003C\u002Fp>",1793,"2026-06-06T07:14:57.154Z",1,"novelbin.me","0d53be04dfd5bf4bac97977f3a4c9288d698ab1236e5db77fb6a4fb8e77863ab","the-extra-who-shouldn-t-exist-chapter-67","the-extra-who-shouldn-t-exist-chapter-65",418,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-extra-who-shouldn-t-exist-cover.jpg"]