[{"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-79":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},1550252,2013,"Chapter 79 : Arrogance and brilliance","the-extra-who-shouldn-t-exist-chapter-79",79,"\u003Cp>The sky was clear, the sun high—perfect for a fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The time for the fifth duel came.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air shimmered with tension as Alistar’s voice echoed across the training grounds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"First-year student Elaria Moonshade Lareth’Thalas versus second-year Cedric Ashford.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A hush fell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the elven crowd, proud cheers rang out for Elaria.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cedric received no applause—only disapproving whispers and outright scoffs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because of his face, which the elves deemed even beneath that of the humans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Beastkin? How crude.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Letting that mongrel fight Lady Elaria?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cedric, standing tall and relaxed at the opposite end of the platform, simply smirked. His black hair ruffled in the breeze, yellow eyes gleaming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The greatsword on his back glinted in the light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Begin!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a flick of her fingers, Elaria nocked an arrow infused with nature mana.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Return to the earth from whence you came,\" she intoned, loosing the arrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It spiraled forward, growing thorns mid-air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cedric snorted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You gonna quote tree poetry all day, or actually fight me, junior?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He casually batted the arrow aside with a burst of wind from his palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Typical beastkin. No elegance, no honor—just brute force,\" Elaria snapped, already drawing her next shot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I don’t know whether to pity you or leash you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cedric bared his teeth in a grin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m already tamed, sweetheart. Just not by you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thwip! Thwip!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two more arrows flew. One exploded into vines, the other carried a razor-thin edge of water mana.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cedric dodged the first and let the second slice across his arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked down at the cut, unimpressed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You done tickling me?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They clashed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elaria charged, drawing her rapier, the blade wreathed in flowing water and green light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your kind has no place here, mutt!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My kind? You mean winners?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And one of them right now is gonna beat you to a pulp.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped into her strike—earth mana flaring from under his feet, strengthening his stance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their blades met.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The clash sent a shockwave through the arena.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You rely on brute strength—nothing more!\" she hissed, slashing low.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cedric sidestepped, retaliating with a knee to her stomach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His knee connected, slamming into her midsection and knocking the wind out of her lungs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And you rely on smugness and leaf tricks,\" he shot back. \"Guess we all have our thing.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alex cupped his hands and yelled:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes! Hit her again, right on that loud mouth of hers! Break her smug face, mr.fluffy eared senior!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The elven crowd turned slowly, their stares like sharpened daggers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alex, realizing he was just slightly outnumbered—by 20 or 40—cleared his throat, pointed casually to the boy next to him and said:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He said it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ethan, standing beside him still recovering, didn’t even blink—just turned his head with the weight of a hundred generations of noble disappointment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I hope big sis Alicia at least breaks that loud mouth of yours,\" he muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alex shuddred at the thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd’s attention quickly returned to the duel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>---\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elaria was breathing harder now, her elegant movements starting to falter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You think just because you’re one rank stronger, that means you’re better?\" she spat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cedric’s voice was calm—almost amused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No. I think I’m better because I’m beating the crap out of you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slammed his palm on the ground—an eruption of earth magic exploded beneath her feet, throwing her off-balance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She hit the ground, rolled, and barely blocked his follow-up slash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I won’t lose... to a mongrel! Not here!\" she growled, vines and water lashing out in a final desperate strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Cedric swung his greatsword in a full arc—the air split, tearing through her elemental attack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CRACK!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The force knocked her off her feet, sending her skidding across the platform.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On her knees, coughing blood, she gripped the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her mana flickered like a dying ember.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still—she raised her head, pride burning in her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I... am a high elf, far superior to the likes of you. I will not yield...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cedric walked over, resting his massive blade against his shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then stay down with dignity.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She glared up at him, teeth clenched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Bastard.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With one final attack Cedric knocked her out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he chuckled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You fought well—for a spoiled elven princess who talks too much.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, Cedric walked away. The duel ended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The elves hurriedly ran to support their princess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alistar watched the duel, arms folded behind his back. Alicia von Crestvale stood beside him, a half-smile playing on her lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"She’s talented,\" Alicia said, nodding toward the arena. \"Quick, focused... good elemental control and weapon mastery.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alistar gave a small nod.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If she learns to temper her pride, she’ll go far.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alicia smirked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Well, she is an elf.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alistar exhaled faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Unfortunately, that explains a lot.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They both turned toward the platform. It was time for the next duel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>---\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maria Lunehart vs. Phil Rhys\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Class 1-A (First Year) vs. Class 2-A (Second Year)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Advance (Low)-Rank vs. Expert (Mid)-Rank\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The arena shimmered under the radiance of holy light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maria Lunehart stepped forward, her hair flowing behind her like moonlight woven into silk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In her hands, a slender staff gleamed, etched with the sigil of the Sacred Flame. As she entered the stage, she paused and bowed respectfully toward her opponent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Senior Phil,\" she said warmly, \"it’s an honor to duel with you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Phil, tall and sharp-eyed vampire, nodded with a rare flicker of amusement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Such manners. I like that,\" he said, brushing his dark coat back with one hand. His crimson eyes gleamed faintly—cool, calculating, and unreadable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But don’t think courtesy will make me go easy on you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maria smiled gently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It won’t. But I’ll give you everything I have.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alistar signaled the start.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The arena burst into light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sanctus Ignis!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maria’s holy flame surged outward in a spiraling wave, golden fire laced with light-elemental mana.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It roared across the platform, radiant and pure, illuminating every shadow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lumen Purifica.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chains of radiant fire lashed toward Phil, each glowing with runes meant to cleanse and bind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Phil Rhys raised a hand, and runes of his own began etching themselves into the air—sleek, geometric, and blood-red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Runic Sequence: Absorption Grid.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The symbols spun, interlocking midair. As Maria’s chains struck them, the radiant light dimmed and fizzled out, as if devoured by the air itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maria’s eyes narrowed. She wasn’t surprised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Phil was a specialist in rune arts. Every movement was precise. Every spell, a calculated rebuttal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Phil tapped his fingers in the air again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Runic Sequence: Temporal Buffer.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A shimmering wall of vibrating mana formed between them—transparent yet pulsing with restrained force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maria didn’t hesitate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sacred Lance!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A spear of holy fire formed and shot forward with searing speed, tearing through the mist with divine intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Phil’s buffer warped the space around the lance, slowing it. Then his next rune activated—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Blood Pulse: Rejection.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A crimson wave of energy, sharp and metallic, rippled out from beneath his feet. The holy lance collided—and was shattered in a blink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd winced. Some shielded their eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maria stood her ground, surprised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She whispered another incantation under her breath, and wings of light burst from her back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She soared upward, magic swirling, her presence radiant like a descending saint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Cleansing Storm!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dozens of tiny flame-laced orbs of holy light formed around her like stars, rotating and locking onto Phil. She raised her hand, and they descended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Phil’s lips curled slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Runic Sequence: Deflection Array.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An array of mirrored runes shimmered around him. The holy orbs struck—sparking explosions of light—but none broke through. His shield held.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maria’s flight wavered. Her mana was draining quickly—purification magic demanded immense control and spirit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Phil moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In one smooth step, he was directly below her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Blood Art: Crimson Lash.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A whip-like strike made of condensed blood mana shot from his palm, wrapping around her ankle mid-air and yanking her downward with brutal force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maria crashed onto the arena floor, the impact shaking the ground. Her radiant wings flickered, then shattered into feathers of light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She coughed, pushing herself up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Phil was already moving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Runic Sequence: Suppression Cage.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Four glowing sigils appeared around her, forming a glowing cube of layered kinetic runes. The very space around her felt heavy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maria raised a trembling hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Eternal Light: Solar Benediction!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her body blazed in golden flame. The cage cracked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pillar of divine fire erupted upward—her last stand, a blast of purification that forced Phil to slide back half a step, his coat whipping from the blast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that was all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The light dimmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maria collapsed to one knee, breathing hard, mana nearly spent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Phil stepped forward, calm and impassive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You were brilliant,\" he said. \"But brilliance burns out when pressed by order and precision.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He extended one hand, conjuring a sphere of blood mana that pulsed with dark, rhythmic energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maria didn’t flinch. She looked up and smiled, weary but proud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I did my best.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Phil let the orb fade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You did. And that’s something you should definitely be proud of.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At your time, I didn’t even last 30 seconds against my senior.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A proud smirk came to Maria’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Phil turned away as Alistar announced the result:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Winner: Phil Rhys\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd applauded—less for the result, more for the beauty of the battle. Holy flames and arcane runes. Purity and logic. Light and blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maria was helped off the platform by her classmates. Though she had lost, there was no shame in her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alistar leaned forward, stroking his chin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"She’s definitely one of the best talents we have. I can see why she places in the top ten, leaving the other saint candidates in the dust,\" he murmured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alicia Crestvale nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"She’ll shine brighter with more training.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"She will,\" Alistar replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>---\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alex leaned forward, eyes locked—not on Maria, but on Phil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More specifically, on the glowing rune symbols Phil traced in the air mid-fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn... that was so freaking cool.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The way Phil’s fingers danced, inscribing glowing glyphs that warped the battle—it looked effortless. Precise. Powerful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rune arts... seeing them in the game was one thing, but in real life? It hits different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Phil wasn’t just countering spells—he was rewriting them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the best part? With runes, you can even use elements you don’t have an affinity for...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alex’s eyes narrowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s not just cool. It’s one of the most broken tools if you know how to use it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though learning them was very difficult.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He nodded to himself, jaw set.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I need to learn that,\" he muttered. \"No—I will.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-------------\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A\u002FN:-\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So how was the Chapter tell me on comments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guys Thanks for the gifts 🎁 your support means a lot to me and gives me motivation.🥰\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>@Paul_Combroux , @Peacekeepers15\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thanks for the golden tickets guys\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>@Peacekeepers15, @DaoistP5ZNDv,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>@Goncalo0110,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I really appreciate the support 😊.\u003C\u002Fp>",1786,"2026-06-06T07:14:57.154Z",1,"novelbin.me","c17d60505aee5c22c1ada77be2b402db67a0aa6169f9a36272b4e9f1c5ff57c5","the-extra-who-shouldn-t-exist-chapter-80","the-extra-who-shouldn-t-exist-chapter-78",418,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-extra-who-shouldn-t-exist-cover.jpg"]