The Extra Who Shouldn't Exist novel Chapter 99

Chapter 99: Chapter 99 : An Anomaly Named Evelyn williams

Alex’s brain completely short-circuited.

He had seen beauty in the capital. He had witnessed elegance after arriving at the academy—Charlotte’s charm, Lilith’s mystique, Seraphina’s untouchable poise, and Elaria’s arrogant spark.

But nothing—absolutely nothing—could’ve prepared him for the bombshell standing before him.

Golden hair that shimmered like molten sunlight spilled over her shoulders in silken waves, catching the light just enough to look unfairly divine. Her pale skin practically glowed—moonlight given physical form, porcelain-smooth and utterly unblemished.

High cheekbones sculpted with surgical grace framed a face that didn’t look born so much as carved by divine intent.

And her eyes...’ gods above, her eyes’. Twin suns of pure, molten gold that pierced through flesh and bone and soul.

They stripped you bare, peeled back every mask, dug up every secret you ever swore to bury, and laid it out like a library catalogue.

Alex tried to blink.

Failed.

Tried again.

Still failed.

One word floated to the surface of his stunned brain.

’Gorgeous.’

It didn’t come with lust or longing—it came with awe. The kind of reverence monks whispered while chanting before a divine statue.

The girl—no, goddess?—rose slowly from her lavish, velvet-lined chair. Her every movement exuded grace, the kind of ease that couldn’t be taught, only born. Regal yet effortless, a sovereign of her own dimension.

She tilted her head ever so slightly, golden eyes lazily examining him as if he were a rather puzzling insect that had wandered into her garden.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, voice like the brush of silk across skin. A melodic lilt—sweet, serene, and slightly chilling, like a harp string plucked during a snowfall in a graveyard.

Alex opened his mouth.

"I... I... I..." he stammered, sounding like an enchanted squirrel trying to recite poetry.

But the words just wouldn’t come out.

His tongue, which usually operated with the speed and precision of a master swordsman, had suddenly declared mutiny and joined the enemy.

He shook his head, finally snapping himself out of the trance-like stupor. Panic flickered in his eyes. ’What’s my name again?’

"...Balax Wagonheart?" he muttered under his breath. "No, no, that’s the name little Sophia gave me..."

Then more confidently—though not much—he declared, "My name is Alex Dragonheart."

The girl didn’t even blink.

"I already know that," she said, tone colder than an ice dragon’s sneeze. "I asked what you’re doing here."

"...Right," Alex coughed into his fist, trying to regain composure. "Guess I’m famous, huh?"

Her glare sharpened.

Alex’s heart skipped a beat. "O-okay, okay! I was just... running away from some cadets! They were chasing me!"

Her eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Did you do something wrong?"

"No, no, Miss Evelyn, absolutely not!" Alex said quickly, raising both hands in defense. "It’s not because I did something wrong, it’s because I did something with too much perfection."

For the first time in the conversation, Evelyn’s otherwise frozen expression... twitched. Just slightly. A barely noticeable crack in her icicle mask.

"So you know me," she said flatly.

"Of course I know you," Alex replied, placing a hand over his chest with dramatic flair. "How could I not know the apex of the third years? The leader of the Seven Shades?"

Internally, Alex was already thinking.

’Seven Shades... a gathering of monsters wearing cadet uniforms. Each one personally chosen as a disciple by one of the academy’s seven top figures. Resources, mentorship, authority—they had it all.’

’And Evelyn?’

’She wasn’t just any Shade.’

’She was the disciple of Aldric Verlane, the headmaster himself. The man known as the Bane of the Abyss. The kind of figure who, if he sneezed, entire academies might declare a state of emergency.’

’Okay, the last line was a little over-exaggerated.’

But that wasn’t even the most shocking part.

Because in the game—Etheron Chronicles—Ethan was supposed to be the only child of Duke Arthur Williams.

Ethan was the only child. No sister. No Evelyn. No golden-haired ice queen who could make your heart race and your soul tremble with just a glance.

Evelyn didn’t even exist.

So this led to only one conclusion in his mind.

’An anomaly. Just like him.’

Alex’s eyes narrowed slightly, hiding the ripple of unease in his chest.

’This girl... this Evelyn... was never part of the story.’

’Which means either this world isn’t an exact replica of the game...’

’...or someone changed the game entirely.’

’She’s just like me—an anomaly.’

So how did Alex even know she existed?

Blame Ethan. That loudmouth couldn’t shut up about his perfect older sister. Any opportunity he got, he’d start singing praises about her—how beautiful she was, how untouchable, how cold yet noble, as if she walked straight out of a divine tapestry.

If Alex had a credit for every time Ethan said, "My sister doesn’t need emotions. She is perfection," he’d be richer than a royal heir.

He took the nearest seat like an obedient cadet at roll call. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

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