The Extra Who Shouldn't Exist novel Chapter 58

Chapter 58: Chapter 58 : Another encounter and a goddess

The door creaked open with a soft hiss of the automated dorm system, and Alex, lounging casually on the bed with one leg dangling off, stiffened the moment he saw the person step in.

Alex blinked."you.."

The guy who entered blinked right back."you.."

They keep staring at each other because both of them didn’t know each other at all.

Alex blinked again. "Oh. Well, this is a surprise."

The guy who entered blinked right back again. "So you’re my roommate?"

The boy was a dwarf, but not what one expected when thinking of dwarves. He stood around 5’7", which was abnormally tall for a dwarf, with a robust build framed by lean muscle.

His broad shoulders and solid arms hinted at strength, though he lacked the compact, stocky look common to his kin. His coppery bronze hair was tied in a warrior’s braid down his back, and his eyes gleamed with a fierce orange glint, like molten steel.

A fine mechanized gauntlet covered his right forearm, and a glowing tattoo snaked along his exposed chest.

He wasn’t short—not by dwarven standards. Hell, not even by human ones. He stood taller, though his broader frame gave away his ancestry.

His arms were thick, not with fat but with well-forged muscle, like someone who could beat a warhammer into submission with his bare hands.

His name flashed in Alex’s mind because he had seen him before.

Draven Strom Everforge.

The youngest prince of the Dwarven Kingdom of Titania.

’He’s taller than I expected for a dwarf. Must be the human blood from his mother’s side.’

Draven’s gaze swept the room, then landed on Alex.

Silver hair. Sky-blue eyes. A face too symmetrical—it could only belong to a high noble in the human empire.

"So, this is my roommate?" Draven muttered aloud, then huffed slightly. "Figures. Looks like a noble."

Alex stood up from his bed, his smile calm and knowing.

Draven narrowed his eyes at the sight of Alex’s smile, mumbling under his breath, "Looks like I’m stuck with this pretty boy..."

Then he immediately changed tone, offering a hand and a smirk. "Nice to meet you. I suppose I don’t need to introduce myself."

Alex’s mouth twitched.

’He definitely thinks I’m one of those arrogant noble bastards.’

"I know," Alex said smoothly. "You’re Draven Strom Everforge, youngest prince of Titania—the Dwarven Kingdom that leads the world in technology. And one of the strongest supporters of the alliance against the Abyss."

Draven raised an eyebrow. "Well, damn. You did your homework."

Alex smiled. "Name’s Alex Dragonheart."

Draven tilted his head. "Well, that name sounds made-up."

Alex gave him a stare. "No, it’s not. It’s my family name."

Draven blinked. "Serious?"

Alex blinked right back. "Seriously."

Draven coughed. "Sorry about that."

Alex started laughing. "Don’t worry, you’re not the first one to say that."

Draven laughed too.

Then, with a thoughtful look, he asked, "With that face and tone, you’ve gotta be a noble, right?"

"Nope. Just your friendly neighborhood commoner."

Draven blinked, surprised... then burst out laughing.

"You’ve got a good and fun sense of humor. I like you already."

"Thanks for the compliment."

"You know," Draven said thoughtfully, "I appreciate that you don’t look down on dwarves. Most humans I’ve met act like they’re gods just because they’re taller than dwarven race and smoother-faced."

Alex’s eyes glinted with sincerity. "I’d be a fool to look down on the race that’s kept half the world from falling into abyssal hell through sheer technological brilliance."

"Well, you’re right there, pal."

Alex looked at Draven. ’He really is different from most nobles. Friendly, no pretension. And more human than most humans I’ve met.’

Draven tossed his bag onto the second bed, cracking his neck as he began to unpack.

"I’m settling in. Hope you don’t snore like a dying golem."

Alex chuckled. "Nope. I sleep like a ninja."

The two chatted casually, the awkward tension dissolving as easily as steam in a forge.

Despite being from different worlds—Draven, a half-dwarf prince from a kingdom of technology, gears and reactors, and Alex, a transmigrator armed with game knowledge and sarcasm—they clicked almost instantly.

Draven leaned back in his bed. "You know, I’m a bit better at combat than my siblings. They mostly rely on gadgets and automated suits. I prefer mixing a little elbow grease into the chaos."

’And he’s not arrogant either’, Alex thought. Unlike most nobles I’ve dealt with.

Draven cocked his head. "So, how was the entrance exam for you?"

Alex smirked. "Went better than I expected."

Draven leaned forward. "Same here. Didn’t bother to check my final rank on the EVOband before the end, but I’m sure I’m somewhere in the top fifty."

Alex replied playfully, "I’d expect nothing less from you, Your Highness."

Draven waved dismissively. "No formalities, please. Just call me Draven." He grinned. "I like your personality. Wanna be friends?"

Alex tilted his head mock-dramatically. "A prince? Offering friendship to a humble commoner like me? I must be dreaming."

Alex hid a smirk.’ No way I’m saying no. Not to someone with that future.’

Because Alex knew the truth—Draven though, despite being royalty, was treated like dirt after his mother’s death. His father ignored him. His siblings mocked and torture him. He didn’t even have a seat of respect in the royal palace.

And yet, in the future, he becomes one of the greatest technological innovators in the war against the Abyss.

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