[{"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-80":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},1550253,2013,"Chapter 80 : The fairy twins.","the-extra-who-shouldn-t-exist-chapter-80",80,"\u003Cp>The sun bathed the Zenith Academy training grounds in a warm glow as two classes gathered around the central dueling platform—Class 1-A and Class 1-B seated together, eager to witness the next showcase.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A hush of anticipation rolled through the crowd, then broke into loud cheers—especially from the girls—as Thalor Sylven Eveglade, the Fairy Prince of Class 1-A, stepped gracefully onto the dueling platform.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With lustrous blue hair, piercing yellow eyes, and an ethereal glow that clung to his tall, broad-shouldered frame, Thalor moved like the breeze—elegant yet solid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His long coat fluttered behind him, wings invisible for now, but power shimmered subtly beneath his skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his hand rested a heavy, rune-inscribed warhammer—an unusual but fitting weapon for the strong, combat-ready fairy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a fairy, he possessed the ability to create illusions so realistic they could confuse even trained warriors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He also had innate healing capabilities that rapidly sealed minor wounds at the cost of stamina.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His wings—currently invisible—could appear at will, granting him the gift of flight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whistles and cries erupted from the stands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Go, Thalor! Show them what you got!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He’s so dreamy!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Across from him, his opponent appeared with calm, silent steps. The crowd’s tone shifted into gasps of recognition as Luke Grave—the calm and dangerous second-year student from Class 2-A—walked onto the stage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With short brown hair, smoldering amber eyes, and a faint cloak of shadow trailing his movement, Luke exuded quiet menace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wore black gloves over lean fingers, and his movements were razor-sharp yet composed, like a predator biding its time. His dual affinities were well-known—Darkness and Earth—and his style mimicked that of an assassin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The duel overseer raised his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Next match: Thalor Sylven Eveglade of Class 1-A versus Luke Grave of Class 2-A.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rank difference between them was as obvious as night and day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thalor was an Advanced (low) rank, and Luke was an Expert (mid) rank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After witnessing many such duels, everyone was sure who was going to win.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But still, they cheered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luke raised a single hand, and the cheers stopped as if everyone’s instinct told them to obey. A sly grin formed on Luke’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re pretty good looking—as expected from the fairy race,\" Luke said casually. \"But it’s a shame I’m going to humiliate you in front of your fan club.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thalor twirled his hammer. \"And here I was hoping for a friendly spar.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Friendly?\" Luke raised an eyebrow. \"Alright, I’ll be generous. You get three free hits. After that, I go all in.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised a hand. \"Don’t worry—I won’t use my best techniques.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thalor’s smile sharpened slightly. \"How noble of you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luke chuckled, stepping back slightly. \"Oh, I hope you surprise me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a flap of his now-visible glowing wings, Thalor surged forward. He swung his hammer with shocking speed—enhanced by his wind affinity—toward Luke’s chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luke slid back, letting the impact crash into the platform, sending up shards of stone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thalor’s wings shimmered, and illusions burst forth—copies of himself appearing around Luke. The crowd gasped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tch. Illusions?\" Luke whispered, voice dry. \"Fairies and their tricks.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thalor’s illusions moved in a coordinated charge as his real self launched a water-enhanced strike, droplets forming sharp arcs with each swing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Luke, ever composed, activated umbral dissolution—his body vanishing into darkness, slipping between the illusions and countering with an earth spike that cracked the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not bad,\" Luke muttered. \"I didn’t expect real offense from a fairy prince.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Keep talking, senior. It distracts from how slow your strikes are,\" Thalor grinned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luke’s expression darkened slightly—not with anger, but intrigue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hmm. You used wind for speed, water for flow, and illusions to cover movement. You’re not dumb. But let me show you what precision looks like.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luke vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A flicker of shadow—then Thalor stumbled back as three quick slashes of darkness grazed him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cuts appeared on his shoulder and thigh. They healed within seconds, sparkling slightly—fairies have higher healing rates than any other race, though it drains their stamina quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tch...!\" Thalor hissed. \"Fast...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lesson one,\" Luke’s voice echoed, disembodied. \"Don’t rely on flight in close quarters. It just makes you a target in three dimensions.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luke appeared behind him—and Thalor barely blocked a knife of compressed earth before retaliating with a wind blade that Luke easily dodged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thalor created a wall of water, using the splash to blur vision—only for Luke to punch through with an earth-shrouded fist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Darkness isn’t just concealment—it’s pressure,\" Luke said. \"Feel it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luke surged forward with renewed speed, now using both affinities. Shadows wrapped his arms as his fists became weapons of darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thalor blocked, struck back, even landed a minor blow—his hammer grazing Luke’s ribs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luke stepped back, impressed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That one cut,\" Luke admitted, backing off. \"Not bad. But...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ground exploded beneath Thalor as shadow vines laced with earth energy erupted, snaring his legs mid-air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luke appeared above him, palm glowing with compacted darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lesson two: If you can’t adapt quickly—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luke’s palm slammed down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You lose.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dark shockwave blasted Thalor downward. The platform cracked, and the Fairy Prince lay still, breathing hard, aura dimmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The match was over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The audience murmured. While the winner was clear, many were impressed by Thalor’s resilience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luke turned away but paused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not bad, junior. Keep pushing—you’ve got talent.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thalor, still lying down, managed a chuckle. \"Noted... senior...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the duel concluded and Thalor knelt at the edge of the platform, bruised and breathing hard, a blur of green sprinted from the sidelines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thalor!\" a voice cried out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aurelia Sylven Eveglade—his younger sister—rushed to the platform, her short green hair fluttering behind her and yellow eyes wide with worry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She knelt beside him without hesitation, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re hurt,\" she said, voice trembling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thalor managed a faint smile, though his lips were cracked. \"I’m fine, Aurelia. It was... enlightening.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few of his classmates followed close behind—friends from Class 1-A. One offered him a potion while another cast a minor healing spell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You were amazing, Thalor!\" one of them exclaimed. \"No one expected you to last that long against someone like Luke Grave.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aurelia glared at them all, still worried. \"Amazing or not, he should rest!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Thalor stood with her help, the crowd gave a light round of applause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Thalor was walking away from the platform, two figures arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Alistar and Alicia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor Alistar gave a small nod of approval from the sidelines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Well fought, Thalor,\" Alistar said, his voice firm but encouraging. \"You held your ground with discipline and poise. That hammer work—solid fundamentals, clever illusions, good judgment.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thalor gave a respectful bow. \"Thank you, Professor.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alicia von Crestvale, standing nearby with her arms crossed, gave a soft chuckle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not bad for a first-year. That was more impressive than half the second-years I’ve seen. You’re calm, focused... a real knightly type.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thalor blinked, caught off guard by the compliment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Keep training,\" Alistar added. \"With your temperament and talents, you’ll rise quickly.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Understood, sir,\" Thalor said with a determined smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>---\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A\u002FN:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So how was the Chapter? Tell me in the 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>@Stefans1977\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thanks for the golden tickets, guys.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>@david_goodin, @BerryField\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I really appreciate the support 😊.\u003C\u002Fp>",1211,"2026-06-06T07:14:57.154Z",1,"novelbin.me","000ec2ace9ac4782ff3bbf1ba9b6826dc13739d0be8116b2bcfddcc08e6c0b16","the-extra-who-shouldn-t-exist-chapter-81","the-extra-who-shouldn-t-exist-chapter-79",418,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-extra-who-shouldn-t-exist-cover.jpg"]