The Extra Who Shouldn't Exist novel Chapter 41

Chapter 41: Chapter 41: Broadcast and Battle

Global Broadcast of the Zenith Enterance Exam.

Across the continents, all eyes were glued to the live stream. In the heart of the magical cities, the common folk clustered around massive holographic displays.

In the modern metropolis of Avaloria, citizens watched via EtherPads and grand Lumisphere projections.

Throughout the elven lands, floating Ether Crystals pulsed with radiant light, projecting the live broadcast into the air. Suspended mid-sky like drifting stars, they channeled pure Ether energy to display every moment of the Zenith entrance exam in vivid, lifelike clarity.

The live broadcast unfolded—every movement rendered in stunning detail, powered by the pulse of Ether itself.

Commentator One : "Ladies and gentlemen, we’re witnessing history! The Zenith Academy’s simulation exam has pushed candidates to their limits—but right now, in the Northern cliff Cave, things are getting intense!"

Commentator Two : "You said it. Princess Elaria Moonshade Lareth’Thalas and her team are locked in a brutal engagement with the Abysskin Dreadmaw, an Advance (Mid) Rank beast!"

Elaria’s hair flowed like moonlight as she darted across the jagged cavern floor, her mana-infused arrows flying with precision. The elven warriors flanked her, blades humming with ancestral energy, but the Dreadmaw was a nightmare given form—flesh like blackened steel, a gaping maw lined with rotating fangs, and six jagged limbs that moved like a spider’s.

It roared, sending waves of darkness from its mouth, shattering spells mid-air and distorting mana. Each strike from the team barely left a mark.

Commentator One: "They’re being pushed back! That thing isn’t just powerful—it’s learning their patterns!"

Commentator Two: "A tactical nightmare. The Dreadmaw’s abyssal energy is corrupting the terrain, and even Princess Elaria’s elite formation is faltering."

Elaria charged a radiant arrow of pure starlight, aimed for the creature’s eye—but a jagged limb whipped out.

She didn’t see it coming.

Then it struck.

One minion leapt in front of Elaria to intercept the blow—his body torn in two mid-air as he got eliminated.

The last minion, eyes wide with terror, screamed and bolted toward the exit.

Elaria stood her ground alone, her limbs trembling, a flicker of doubt in her eyes.

As the monster raised its claw for the final blow—

As the monster was about to land the final blow.

The screen flickered.

A silver hair figure emerged.

Alex appeared in front of Elaria, sword up, catching the creature’s strike just in time.

Blue lightning streaked through the darkness.

Void Step.

A blur of silver and blue intercepted the blow, sword clashing with claw, energy crackling.

Commentator One: "What the—?! Who’s that?!"

Commentator Two (Shocked): "I’m running face recognition now... That’s... Alex Dragonheart?! "

Elaria, wide-eyed, looked up from the ground. "You...?"

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Reactions in the Elven Empire

In the capital of Eldoria, the footage displayed on a colossal crystal screen—the Luminae Arc—held the entire city in breathless silence.

Nobles clutched their arms; warriors frowned.

"He... saved her," someone whispered.

But then... realization.

"A human."

Murmurs filled the city. Gratitude warred with pride. Embarrassment bloomed.

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Inside the Elven Palace

King Thalion Moonshade Lareth’Thalas and Queen Aeliana Moonshade Lareth’Thalas watched from their throne room.

King Thalion Moonshade Lareth’Thalas stood tall with the regal bearing of a timeless monarch, his emerald robes flowing like wind-touched leaves, golden blond hair cascading down his back in intricate braids that shimmered with enchantments.

His eyes, ancient and piercing, held the weight of centuries and the authority of a ruler whose will shaped empires. But beside him stood a vision that silenced even the most eloquent poets—Queen Aeliana Moonshade Lareth’Thalas, the Radiant Bloom of Eldoria.

Her beauty was nothing short of ethereal, as if sculpted by moonlight itself. Skin like luminous pearl, eyes of starlit amethyst, and hair that flowed like a silver waterfall kissed by twilight, she moved with a grace that defied mortal comprehension.

Each step she took seemed to ripple the very air, her presence serene yet unearthly, like a living embodiment of the goddess herself.

Even amidst the grandeur of the crystal throne room, it was the queen who drew every gaze—her elegance not just seen, but felt, like a divine melody humming in the soul.

The Queen, ethereal and composed, whispered, "He protected her."

The King’s brow twitched. "He carried her like a damsel in distress."

Aeliana chuckled, "Would you prefer she be flattened like a pancake?"

"...He could’ve set her down differently."

"Jealous?"

"Hmph."

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Inside the cave.

"Try not to get eaten next time, princess," Alex said with a smirk, gently placing Elaria behind a rocky outcrop.

The Dreadmaw turned.

Its soulless eyes locked on him.

Alex rolled his shoulders. "Alright, ugly. Let’s dance."

The Fight Begins

The Abyss Dreadmaw lunged, its maw tearing through rock. Alex blinked out of existence.

Void Step.

He reappeared above the creature’s back, blade glowing.

Phantom Rend.

Slashes danced through the air, afterimages cutting deep. Sparks erupted. The beast shrieked, black ichor spilling.

It twisted, a limb swinging. Alex ducked.

Celestial Flow.

He moved like water over rocks—graceful, seamless.

The Dreadmaw opened its mouth.

Abyssal Howl!

A cone of corrupt energy rushed out. Alex’s body flickered with white-blue lightning.

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