The Extra Who Shouldn't Exist novel Chapter 120

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Chapter 120: Chapter 120 : The awakening nectar

Alex spoke with a playfulness, as if he were asking for a can of cola.

"I want the Awakening Nectar."

In an instant, Charlotte’s fingers clenched around the stem of the glass she was holding.

Her posture stiffened.

Her eyes widened, and a visible shiver ran through her as if electricity sparked across her skin. Her long, white hair practically stood up, reacting to the shock surging through her.

She nearly stood from her chair as she snapped, "How do you know about that?!"

Her tone was cold, baffled. Almost... frightened.

Alex didn’t even flinch. His voice was low and calm, bordering on disinterest.

"That’s not the point. Can you give it to me or not?"

Charlotte rubbed her temple with an exasperated groan, then leaned back, pinching the bridge of her nose.

"Do you even realize what you’re asking?" she said, her voice sharper now, like she was trying to regain control of the spiraling conversation. "The Awakening Nectar... it’s a royal-class alchemical potion, reserved only for those of royal or sacred bloodlines. It’s not some energy drink you can gulp down on a whim."

She stood up, her eyes now gleaming with severity.

"It’s used to awaken long-dormant bloodlines in the body. The kind passed down through ancient lineages, sleeping for generations until a catalyst revives them. That nectar is that catalyst."

She paused, her voice lowering into a grave tone.

"But if you don’t have a bloodline, or if your body isn’t compatible with the power it unleashes..." Her eyes narrowed. "It will destroy you from the inside. Painfully. Violently. Some have lost their minds mid-awakening. Others... didn’t survive at all."

Alex didn’t respond.

Charlotte’s voice dropped further. "I haven’t even used it yet. Not because I don’t want to—but because even with my lineage, the risk is that great. The pain... they say it feels like being reborn through fire."

Then a sudden, horrifying realization dawned on her. Her pupils shrank.

She waved her hand, and a faint ripple of light expanded outward—an enchantment barrier to prevent their conversation from leaking.

"Do you possess a bloodline?!" she asked, almost shouting now.

Alex just smirked, lazy and unreadable.

"You don’t need to know that."

Charlotte’s jaw clenched. "Well, I do! Because you’ll die without one!"

She glared at him, her voice now tinged with both concern and suspicion. "And according to everything I’ve gathered... you’re just a commoner. No family background. No noble crest. Nothing."

Her eyes narrowed further. "So how could you possibly have a bloodline?"

Alex simply repeated, with the same cool tone as before, "Can you give it to me or not?"

Charlotte exhaled harshly. Then, with narrowed eyes, she leaned in, voice laced with venom and curiosity.

"Fine... Mr. Mysterious. But I have some conditions."

Alex raised an eyebrow, a crooked grin forming. "Well, please do tell."

"First," she said sharply, "I want you to forgive me—and keep quiet. Don’t tell anyone about what I did."

Alex tilted his head, amused.

"Second," she continued, "I want your support in the race for the throne."

Alex’s smile thinned.

"And third... I want your help to become the next Student Council President."

He leaned back with a short laugh.

"You’re asking for a lot for a single vial of potion."

A vein twitched near Charlotte’s temple.

"Do you even know the value of that potion?" she snapped. "It can’t even be measured in hundreds of millions of credits!"

Alex didn’t even blink. "Do you know the value of getting the throne of the Human Empire? That definitely can’t be measured in hundreds of millions."

Charlotte opened her mouth to retort but stopped.

’Tch... he’s right about that, damn it.’

She sighed in irritation, then a new thought crossed her mind. Her eyes lit up with cunning.

"Okay, then. Do you remember the favor you owed me after the entrance exam?"

Alex chuckled softly. "Oh, I remember."

Charlotte smirked triumphantly. "Well... I’m cashing it in now. So support me in the future."

Alex burst into laughter, this time loud enough to make her scowl.

"Sorry," he said, voice playful. "You already used that favor."

Charlotte froze. "What? When did I use it?"

Alex’s expression darkened ever so slightly.

"You used it when you manipulated someone to bully me."

The air around them grew colder. Charlotte’s lips parted slightly, her breath caught.

"Have you ever wondered why I never confronted you about it?" Alex continued, his tone casual yet sharp. "Or told our little group of friends what you did?"

He turned and looked her dead in the eyes.

"It wasn’t for lack of evidence. It was because of that favor."

Charlotte swallowed hard, her pride cracking.

’This ruthless bastard... I thought he let it go because of our friendship. Maybe some hidden softness in him. But no—this manipulative, infuriating bastard...!’

"You’re thinking something rude, aren’t you?" Alex said, smirking.

Charlotte groaned, placing a hand to her forehead.

"Forget it," she muttered. Then glanced back at him with narrowed eyes. "You scamming bastard... just tell me what else you want."

Alex grinned. "Now we’re talking."

He leaned in slightly, voice low and deliberate.

"The same deal I made with Lorenzo. Every noble faction supporting you—no matter how small—I want all of them to make Klassen Forgeworks their primary weapon supplier."

Charlotte’s eyes narrowed, but she didn’t immediately say no. She leaned back, thinking it over.

’Considering the quality of the weapon I’ve seen so far... and the speed at which they’re gonna grow after Lorenzo’s father’s support... it’s not a bad deal.’