The Extra Who Shouldn't Exist novel Chapter 24

Chapter 24 - 24: Rivalry

After the whole "conquer virtual monsters and accidentally offend a noble" episode, Alex decided to reward himself with the ultimate victory prize—takeout dinner.

Standing at the local street vendor's cart, he pointed to a greasy box of fried mana-dumplings.

"One large box. Extra spicy. And don't skimp on the sauce this time, old man!"

The vendor raised a bushy eyebrow. "Kid, last time you said that, your mouth was on fire for two days."

"Exactly. Builds character."

Bag of sizzling food in hand, Alex made his way home, humming a tune that was suspiciously close to the battle theme from the game this world was based on.

His humble house looked just as broken-down and charming as ever. He kicked the door open like a seasoned warrior returning from war.

"I'm back! And I brought grease!"

Once inside, Alex carefully placed the food on the table, but instead of digging in, he took a deep breath and sat cross-legged on the floor.

He closed his eyes and started circulating his internal energy.

He could feel the mana within his core pulsing, faint but steady. He focused on it, guiding the flow with practiced intent.

His breath slowed. His heartbeat matched the subtle rhythm of mana as it moved through his veins like an ancient river.

Minutes turned into hours. His body warmed from the inside. His senses sharpened.

"This... this is working better than I expected," he murmured, eyes still closed. "Combining game knowledge with real cultivation feels weirdly satisfying."

With one last breath, he exhaled and opened his eyes. Beads of sweat trailed down his brow.

"Phew. Internal energy? Checked. Mana control? Improved. Bodily soreness? Maximum."

He dragged himself to the bathroom, peeled off his training clothes, and sank into a lukewarm bath.

"So... this is what a protagonist does in his free time, huh? I miss the part where I get to nap in a floating spa like those rich bastards."

Clean and refreshed, he pulled on a shirt two sizes too big, flopped down onto the couch, opened the takeout box, and bit into a mana-dumpling.

"Oh yeah... taste of victory."

As he chewed thoughtfully, his mind drifted back to the earlier encounter.

"That guy... Alden von crestvale."

He furrowed his brows.

"I didn't think I'd meet him before Zenith Academy. "

He stared at the ceiling, voice softer now.

"But I guess fate had other plans."

Alex remembered Alden from the game—a noble prodigy with a silver tongue, a competitive streak, and a sword sharper than most people's wits.

He had always been a challenge for players in duels, but never outright antagonistic.

"A bit arrogant, but... good guy. Lawful stubborn type. Could be a powerful ally—if I play my cards right."

He stabbed another dumpling with his chopsticks, triumphantly raising it toward the ceiling.

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