The Extra Who Shouldn't Exist novel Chapter 134

Chapter 134: Chapter 134 : The Luminarch

A/N :- Two additonal Chapters will come in four hours too show alex awakening.

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The Grand Arena of Zenith Academy—a massive coliseum-like structure reserved solely for duels—buzzed with restless energy. Thousands of cadets filled the stands, their eyes trained on the center stage, where history was about to be made.

On one of the elevated viewing platforms, a particular group drew as much attention as the duel itself. Seraphina, Ava, Lilia, Alden, Draven, and Rein sat together, watching intently.

In the center of the dueling platform stood Ethan Williams. His golden hair fluttered slightly in the breeze, and his golden eyes burned with quiet intensity. Opposite him were five third-year cadets—four of them radiating the strength of Expert (Peak)-Rank, while their leader, David, exuded the solid, oppressive aura of a Master (Low)-Rank.

David strolled toward Ethan with lazy confidence, lips curled in a mocking smirk.

"Are you sure about this, junior?" he asked, his tone dipped in condescension. "We already apologized for talking a bit too... rudely about Senior Evelyn."

He chuckled, as if the very idea of the duel was an amusing formality.

"And sure, we heard you awakened recently—but do you really think you can take on all five of us, alone?"

His companions stepped forward, grinning with smug delight.

"Yeah, think it through, junior," one said.

"Wouldn’t want the supposed Hero of Humanity getting his face slammed into the floor in front of all these people," another added.

"People might stop believing in you if you cry halfway through," a third jeered.

Laughter erupted from the five upperclassmen, echoing through the arena. But Ethan didn’t flinch. He just stood there—calm, unmoving.

His golden eyes stared blankly at them, and his usually warm, forgiving aura was nowhere to be found.

Then, he finally spoke, voice low and icy.

"You called her shameless, didn’t you? For kissing someone in front of everyone at the freshmen ball?"

The laughter died instantly. The tension in the air snapped tight as the upperclassmen visibly stiffened.

"I’ll make sure," Ethan continued coldly, "that each of you will rue the day you were born."

Just as David opened his mouth to retort, Ethan’s eyes drifted toward the arena entrance. Two figures were walking in—calmly, confidently, as if they owned the place.

Charlotte Evans Avaloria and Alex Dragonheart.

Heads turned immediately as the two climbed the steps toward the stand where Alden and the others were seated.

Seraphina’s gaze snapped toward them. The moment she saw Alex, she stood up, pointing.

"You—! You—! Where were you all these days?"

Before Alex could reply, she sighed, deflating.

"...Forget it."

Alex blinked. "’Forget it’? That’s it?" He looked around at the blank, stunned stares on their faces.

"What? I know I’m good-looking, but you guys should really tone it down with the staring."

Alden stood up, his voice flat and accusing. "Where were you these two days?"

Alex yawned, casually scratching his head. "Training. Nothing big. Just... stuff."

Alden’s eyes narrowed as he sensed Alex’s presence—heavier than usual. His jaw tightened.

"...He broke through, didn’t he?"

His gaze flicked toward Charlotte, who gave a slight shrug and a small nod in confirmation.

Alden sat back down, his shoulders sagging as he let out a heavy sigh.

’I’m the only one left behind. These two are getting further and further ahead... and I’m still stuck here.’

Charlotte leaned forward, her expression serious as she glanced toward Ethan, who was still glaring daggers in Alex’s direction.

"What happened?" she asked. "Why’s he about to get into a five-on-one mess?"

Seraphina rubbed her temple, clearly stressed.

"Well... on his way to the Student Council Office, he overheard those third-year goons badmouthing Big Sis Eve. And instead of losing his mind and punching their teeth in like usual... he challenged them. One. On. Five."

Charlotte let out a low whistle.

"That’s... not good at all."

Then she looked at Alex, who was grinning ear to ear like he’d just won the lottery.

"I wonder who’s responsible for all this..." she mused.

Everyone turned to glare at Alex.

A vein twitched on Alex’s forehead. He crossed his arms, looking completely done with the universe.

"I’m getting really tired of saying this every time... she was the one who defiled me, not the other way around!"

Everyone averted their gazes awkwardly.

Back on the dueling platform, the referee approached Ethan and the upperclassmen.

"Are you sure about this, Mr. Ethan?" he asked. "A one-on-five match is highly unorthodox. You can still walk away from this if you’d prefer."

David scoffed before Ethan could reply.

"Yes, junior. Go on—run back to Senior Evelyn and cry about us. Maybe she’ll kiss it better."

Just then, David’s minion, Marco, leaned in and whispered nervously,

"Are you sure about this, David? He is the prophesied Hero, after all..."

David waved him off.

"Relax. Yeah, he’s strong. I saw him go toe-to-toe with a second-year Expert (Mid)-Rank and draw the match back when he was only Advance (Mid)-Rank. But he didn’t win."

His eyes gleamed with ambition.

"Even if he’s Expert (Low)-Rank now... there are five of us. We beat him, and we’ll be the guys who defeated the Hero. Guaranteed recruitment by a top-tier guild. Our future will be set."

The others exchanged glances, their hesitation fading, replaced with hunger. The thought of fame and prestige silenced their doubts.

But what none of them realized... was that Ethan could hear everything.

His newly awakened senses picked up every whispered word. His lips curled into a slow, dangerous smile.

"Don’t worry," Ethan said, voice laced with venom. "I’ll make sure you all get very famous after this duel."

The five upperclassmen froze. Their faces drained of color.

Up in the stands, Ethan’s gaze met Alex’s.

His expression twisted into a wicked grin, and he mouthed the words:

"Watch closely. You’re gonna get a beating worse than this."

Alex, unfazed, smirked right back and lipsynced:

"Say hi to your sister for me."

Ethan’s smile faltered. His jaw clenched.

’This bastard—!’

"Begin!" the referee shouted, snapping him out of his thoughts.

The crowd erupted into cheers as the duel commenced, but only one thing echoed in Ethan’s mind now.

’I’m going to bury all five of them—and then I’m coming for you, Alex.’

The moment the referee shouted, "Begin!"—five weapons gleamed under the arena lights.

David, the leader, unsheathed a massive greatsword—its edge crackling with earth-elemental aura, the ground beneath him subtly trembling.

Marco drew a pair of jagged daggers, both coated with flickering lightning energy.

Kara, a tall woman with short crimson hair, brandished a whip of searing flames—its heat distorting the air.

Lenn, a short but solidly built cadet, gripped a pair of iron knuckles, his fists glowing with metallic sheen and brute-force magic.

Zane, the leanest of them all, held a bow formed from wind, arrows appearing from thin air.

Together, they lunged—five blurs of honed violence trained from years of third-year combat.

But Ethan... stood perfectly still. A wicked smile tugged at his lips.

Blades, fire, lightning, fists, arrows—everything came crashing down on him in perfect synchronicity.

BOOM—BOOM—CRACK—SIZZLE—BOOM!

When the smoke cleared, a stunned silence swept across the arena.

Ethan was on the ground.

His body was torn, blood pooling beneath him.

His right arm was hanging limply, a clean slice running through it—the tendons severed.

Deep gashes crisscrossed his face and chest, and his knees buckled, forcing him to collapse.

Then, with a sickening thud, he was slammed face-first into the dueling platform by David’s greatsword.

The crowd gasped.

Seraphina immediately stood up from the stands, panic filling her voice.

"Ethan!"

She moved to run forward—but Alex gently caught her wrist.

"Alex—let me go! He’s hurt—badly!"

Alex let out a slow breath.

"Just... wait and watch." 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

The five upperclassmen stood proudly over Ethan’s broken form.

"Looks like he didn’t even see the attacks coming," David said smugly.

Marco chuckled. "Sorry, junior—but you brought this on yourself."

Lenn added with a sneer, "Guess not every prophecy pans out, huh?"

Then—

The air changed.

Flames began to emerge from Ethan’s body, dancing along his skin and out of his wounds.

"Wh-What the hell...?" Zane whispered.

Suddenly—his severed hand twitched.

Then, in front of everyone’s eyes, it regrew, tendons realigning, flesh reweaving with glowing embers.

All of his injuries—deep gashes, bruises, even internal damage—were engulfed in golden-red flames that burned them away into nothingness.

The wounds vanished.

Ethan stood back up, his body completely healed—not even a scar left.

He flexed his newly restored fingers with a smirk.

"Better than I expected," he said coolly. "Wounding myself was the perfect test."

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