The Extra Who Shouldn't Exist novel Chapter 91

Chapter 91: Chapter 91 : A picture of misunderstanding (1)

Alex lay comfortably on his bed, propped up by a couple of pillows.

Sunlight streamed through the smart-tinted windows, casting a mellow golden hue over the polished chrome fixtures and glowing med-monitors.

His fingers swiped lazily through his translucent status window.

He didn’t notice the soft hiss of the door sliding open behind him.

Nor did he notice the pair of amused eyes silently watching him from across the room.

It wasn’t until he heard a soft chuckle.

A faint sound.

So soft, so controlled, it might’ve been nothing at all—if not for the sudden prickle on the back of his neck.

A subtle shift in the air. The kind that only happened when someone powerful entered the space.

His breath hitched.

He turned slowly, the system window fading from view in an instant.

Alex blinked, surprised. "...How long have you been standing there?"

There she was.

Alicia von Crestvale stood there with an elegant posture, arms crossed, her long

White hair cascading like moonlight down her shoulders. She had a faint smirk playing on her lips.

She was wearing simple, elegant casuals—dark trousers and a light, fitted blouse .

Her eyes locked on him.

Watching.

"I don’t know, Mr. Dragonheart," she said teasingly, "Why don’t you tell me? You were so busy talking to yourself that I doubt you noticed anything at all."

Alex scratched the back of his head, looking sheepish. "Right... sorry about that. Just had... a lot on my mind to think about."

She stepped forward gracefully, her boots making barely a sound against the floor.

"Don’t worry, I won’t pry into your fantasies," she said, raising an eyebrow with a knowing smirk. "Though next time, maybe lock the door if you’re going to be so absorbed while talking to yourself."

"Hey! It wasn’t like that!" Alex said quickly, face turning slightly red. "And for the record, it was strategic thinking—future plans."

"Of course," Alicia nodded mock-seriously, her tone teasing. "So, mr.strategist, how’s your condition?"

Alex relaxed a bit. "Better. Dr. Wizz said I can be discharged tomorrow."

"That’s good." Her tone softened. "I was a little worried. That reckless move you pulled... you nearly destroyed your own body."

Alex shrugged lightly, his signature smirk returning. "Well, as you can see, I’m still alive and kicking."

Alicia smiled at that, then walked closer to the bed. Her teasing demeanor gave way to something more serious as she sat down on the edge of his bed, facing him directly.

"You know," she began, her voice more composed, "In all my years at Zenith Academy, I’ve seen countless sword arts, martial techniques, and combat styles. Some graceful, some brutal.

But not once have I seen someone at Advanced (Low) Rank land a serious blow on a Master (Mid) Rank."

She paused, looking him in the eye.

"And regrettably... that Master-rank individual was me."

Alex winced slightly, unsure if he should feel guilty or proud.

Alicia continued, "So let me ask you something. You don’t have to answer, but I’d like to know... As far as I recall, you were just a Novice-(low) rank four months ago. How the hell did you advance through the ranks that freakishly fast?"

Her green eyes sparkled—not with suspicion, but with unfiltered curiosity. Like a researcher staring at an anomaly. Or perhaps... a girl genuinely intrigued.

Alex smirked,He leaned forward slightly, his expression turning mock-serious.

"You really wanna know, Prez?"

Alicia nodded, intrigued.

"Listen, Alicia—" he said with rare gravity.

Her eyes widened slightly at the sudden use of her name, and she leaned in.

"You just have to keep doing it," he said seriously. "No matter how hard it gets."

"...Huh? Do what."

’Where is he going with this?’ she wondered

Alex’s expression became even more serious. But inside, he was cracking up, barely holding back a laugh while remembering a bald caped figure in the annals of his previous life.

"It took me four months to get this strong," he said, his tone deepening. "Through sheer discipline. Relentless training."

Then, with dramatic flair, he raised a finger.

"One hundred push-ups."

He raised another.

"One hundred sit-ups."

Then another.

"One hundred squats."

Then, as if narrating a legend, he declared: "And a ten kilometer run. Every. Single. Day."

He leaned back. "Of course, I ate healthy meals too."

Alicia stared at him, completely still. Her expression slowly shifted from curious to confused... to vaguely horrified. Finally, it settled on something resembling someone watching a lunatic perform interpretive dance.

Verify captcha to read the contentVerify