The Extra Who Shouldn't Exist novel Chapter 63

Chapter 63: Chapter 63 : The Legend and the peasants (bonus Chapter)

I stepped up to the podium and paused — just long enough to let the murmurs die out.

My gaze swept over the sea of polished uniforms, stiff postures, and smug expressions. Some noble kids were already whispering, rolling their eyes.

I smirked.

"I see some of you already walking out. Guess you’re scared of words too?"

The room froze.

A few brave souls chuckled, then quickly shut up when they realized no one else was laughing.

Good.

I straightened my back, letting my voice ring out clear and cold.

"Let me make this easy for everyone here — I’m not here to play nice. I’m not here to give you a motivational speech filled with empty encouragement and sweet nothings."

"I’m not here to ask for your respect."

"I earned it. I took it. And I’ll keep standing at the top until I decide I’m done."

Silence — so thick it was almost beautiful.

I locked eyes with a noble in the front row — some blond kid with a triple-barreled last name and a face that screamed ’I’ve never worked a day in my life.’

"And to all the blue-bloods in the room — yeah, I’m talking to you — who keep mumbling behind their silk gloves and gilded masks about ’pedigree’ and ’lineage’..."

"Let me offer a reality check."

I leaned forward, voice low and sharp.

"If you think bloodlines matter — bleed for it. Go ahead. Right here. Right now. Let’s see if your golden heritage stops the bleeding."

Gasps. Nobles turned red, others pale.

I tilted my head.

"No volunteers? Shocking."

Then I turned toward the rest of the audience — the hopefuls, the strivers, the lowborn Cadets with wide eyes and clenched fists.

"And as for the rest of you... the commoners who think sheer effort will close the gap..."

I smiled. Not kindly.

"You wake up early. You train hard. You push yourself until you collapse. You dream of catching up."

"But here’s the truth — dreaming doesn’t change reality. You’re not protagonists. You’re background characters. Supporting cast. Footnotes."

Some jaws clenched. Others looked down.

"You’re the nameless extras in someone else’s legend — mine."

The insult sank in like a blade.

"But hey, that’s not a bad thing. Every king needs peasants. Every empire needs builders. You’re the bricks and mortar. Disposable, interchangeable, necessary."

I gave a theatrical shrug.

"But don’t get it twisted — just because you’re needed doesn’t mean you’ll ever be noticed."

A Cadet shot to his feet, face flushed with fury.

"You arrogant—!" 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

I raised a hand, silencing him without a word. My tone stayed calm, playful.

"Careful. You might strain something trying to form a coherent thought."

He sat back down, fuming.

I continued.

"Some of you nobles love to talk about honor, tradition, and legacy. As if your ancestors weren’t backstabbing, coin-chasing clowns who lucked into power and held onto it by stepping on others."

"You wear their names like crowns, hoping they’ll distract from your lack of talent."

I turned my back, pacing slowly.

"And some of you commoners worship those same names, thinking if you polish their boots hard enough, you’ll be accepted."

"You won’t. They’ll smile, pat your head, then throw you under the carriage the moment you outlive your usefulness."

I faced them again, my smile sharp as a dagger.

"So here’s what I suggest."

"Nobles — stop pretending your ancestors’ achievements are yours. You’re not royalty, you’re relics."

"Commoners — stop begging at the banquet. If you want a seat at the table, flip it."

Silence. Real, burning, furious silence.

"Now, to all of you brave enough to still be listening..."

"Thank you. Truly. Your tireless effort, your dreams of catching up... they provide endless entertainment."

I mockingly placed a hand on my heart.

"You are the wind beneath my wings, the floor beneath my boots, the loyal audience in my one-man show of excellence."

A pause.

"So here’s to you — the outraged nobles, the desperate commoners, and the quiet middle-ground mediocrities."

"May you always have the courage to keep reaching..."

"...and the wisdom to realize you never will."

I gave a slow, mocking bow. Then straightened, voice low and commanding.

"Here, I’m the king. I’m your Apex. And I earned that title — not through privilege, not through favors, but through power."

"Not like you mediocre parasites clinging to old names and fragile pride."

I let the words simmer — the rage, the awe, the tension.

"So don’t confuse my smile for mercy. I’m not your equal. I’m your reminder — that no matter how high you reach, I’ll already be standing there at the top... bored, waiting, wondering why it took you so long."

Then I turned and walked off the stage.

"No need to applaud. I already know I was unforgettable."

I returned to my spot with a smirk, the silence behind me louder than thunder.

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A beat passed.

Then the hall exploded.

Some nobles stood, fuming, their pride wounded. Commoners whispered furiously — in awe, in disbelief, some even hopeful.

And then—

Applause.

Not from the nobles.

But from the commoners I insulted.

They clapped.

Loudly.

Desperately.

Some with tears, some with laughter, but all with fire in their eyes.

Alicia, seated above, wore a massive grin.

"Looks like he passed, doesn’t he, Professor Vega?"

An ethereal presence shimmered beside her — Selena Vega, calm and elegant.

"Yes," she said softly. "I wondered if he would break... but he didn’t. He stood taller. It was fascinating to watch."

"Indeed it was," Alicia agreed.

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