The Extra's Supremacy-Chapter 53: Entrance Exam [2]

Alvin moved swiftly across the trail, halfway to the central peak.

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Points: 112

Time Remaining: 4:53:09

Slots Left: 700

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He glanced at his watch and frowned.

’One hour passed. I’m halfway there.’

’Tch. Haven’t seen a single person in ten minutes.’

He came to a stop and let out a quiet sigh.

"I guess it’s time to start hunting points."

Just then, a low growl echoed from the side.

Alvin slowly turned his head.

A black panther stood crouched among the rocks, its eyes glowing and fangs bared.

"Tch. I hate panthers."

The beast leapt at him with a ferocious snarl.

Alvin didn’t dodge.

He simply raised one hand and caught the panther by the throat mid-air.

The creature’s eyes widened, but it had no time to react.

With a heavy thud, Alvin’s fist slammed into its gut.

The panther crumpled without a sound.

He looked down at it.

’Tier-2 monster.’

Then the monster started to turn dust, it was due to illusion formation.

These monsters can’t hurt participants, but they could eliminate them, if students had lost against Tier-2 monsters they will directly be disqualified.

His watch beeped again.

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Points: 162

Time Remaining: 4:52:58

Slots Left: 699

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Alvin gave a slight nod.

’So, monster points tally separately from humans.’

He looked up at the sky.

’They didn’t inform about these monsters just like in game’

"Everything’s playing out just like the game... or should I say, the memories that were implanted."

"But how much did Alvida change?"

"And how much will I end up changing myself?"

He stared into the distance, eyes narrowing.

’If I remember right... there’s a Tier-4 illusion-type monster nearby.’

’Normally, it takes a group of four to bring it down. Each gets 250 points.’

’But if I solo it...’

His lips curled into a smirk.

’That’s a thousand points straight.’

He clenched his fists.

"...And I know exactly where it is."

Alvin turned, eyes sharp. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

"Guess these memories are good for something."

***

Inside the broadcast chamber, the announcer’s voice rang out, full of excitement.

"We’ve got our first qualifier, folks!"

The main feed shifted to the central peak.

A boy appeared on screen. Thin as a rail, with orange hair and dull cement-colored eyes. No visible muscles, no flashy aura—just an unassuming presence.

His name flickered on the display.

[-William Starbo-]

Despite placing first, he had already sealed his fate.

Unless rankings shifted during Academy events, William would remain the last-ranked student in combat potential.

But no one watching dared laugh.

He had just covered nearly 120 miles in one hour and eight minutes.

And that alone was terrifying.

***

Meanwhile, deep within the forest...

Alvin dashed through the trees, his movements smooth and effortless. Tier-2 monsters lunged at him along the way—but none slowed him down. Each was dealt with in seconds.

Time flowed on.

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Points: 320

Time Remaining: 3:23:63

Slots Left: 463

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Finally, he stopped.

He looked around, narrowing his eyes.

’According to the game... this should be it. The center point between the south peak, east peak, and the central mountain.’

He clicked his tongue.

He had mistaken one of the peaks earlier and wasted over an hour rerouting.

But now he’d found it—the right place.

’There’s still 3 hours and 20 minutes left. The main character and the others will clash here in about an hour.’

A grin tugged at the corners of his lips.

’Originally, I thought of staying under the radar... since I’ll also be acting as Whisper later.’

’But now that the world will know I’m Alvin...’

He tilted his head.

’Why hold back?’

He chuckled softly.

"If problems come up... Father will take care of them. Probably."

With a slow breath, Alvin lifted one leg.

The wind stirred around him—calm at first, then swirling violently. Even the air seemed to respond to his presence, growing dense and charged.

"Veiled Tempest Battle Arts: Wind Stamp."

His foot came crashing down.

For a heartbeat, nothing happened.

Then suddenly,

BOOM.

Wind exploded outward, crashing through the terrain. The pressure shifted as gravity in the area thickened unnaturally.

KWOOOO...

A low growl echoed in response.

Alvin turned his gaze forward.

A creature emerged from the trees—a white fox with five graceful tails. Small. Beautiful. Majestic.

It stared at Alvin with glinting eyes, completely unfazed by the storm of pressure.

He smiled.

’If people want great cinema... the director needs to deliver a proper scene.’

’So, to whoever’s watching... I can’t just disappoint them, can I?’

’Even if this thing’s an easy kill... let’s have a little fun first.’

Because Alvin knew,

The moment this Tier-4 monster made its move, the main screen would broadcast it to everyone.

And Alvin intended to steal the show.

***

The main screen—previously cycling through various students’ performances—suddenly glitched.

Static flickered.

Then the feed changed.

A majestic white fox with five long tails appeared on-screen, its fur glowing faintly under the forest light.

"Ohoho... it seems the Tier-4 monster has finally made its move!" the announcer exclaimed with excitement.

"But who is this young challenger?"

The viewers across the world leaned in. Not out of admiration. Not yet. Most were hoping to see a rookie panic and fumble.

To see a boy likely some overconfident prodigy, freeze before real power.

But then...

They saw him.

A boy with windswept blue hair, standing calmly against the monstrous fox. His face unreadable. His stance unshaken.

He didn’t flinch. He didn’t move.

The beast struck first.

The fox howled, and a violent blast of wind surged toward him.

Alvin raised his hand casually.

A wind wave burst from his palm to meet the blast.

The two forces collided with a sharp CRACK of pressure.

Alvin staggered back a few steps, just a little, enough to make it look like he was struggling.

The audience leaned forward.

The fox lunged at him.

Alvin dodged with a simple sidestep. Clean. Minimal. But on screen, it looked like he narrowly escaped death by inches.

Wind spiraled around his arm.

He swung at the fox’s jaw—at least, that’s what everyone believed.

But Alvin had no intention of ending it yet.

Right before impact, he dispersed the wind entirely. The blow landed with raw physical strength alone, sending the beast skidding several meters back.

The crowd erupted.

"Did you see that?!"

"He landed a hit on a Tier-4 monster!"

"It flew! Who the hell is this kid?"

"Blue hair and blue eyes... doesn’t ring a bell to me."

Who is this boy?

The same question echoed in the minds of millions watching across the world.

The announcer finally answered, tone laced with disbelief.

"The name of this young genius is... w-wait, is this right?"

A pause.

A chuckle.

"This boy is quite daring, I must say."

The studio went silent, waiting.

Then the speaker dropped the bombshell.

"Everbright’s First Ranker."

***

As the world watched, Alvin danced with the fox, their battle unfolding like a scene from a film—graceful, calculated, mesmerizing lies.

From the perspective of the hovering cameras, it all looked genuine. Smooth movements. Flashes of power. Even the seasoned Sigil users in the audience couldn’t find a flaw.

To them, it was a tense back-and-forth between a talented student and a high-tier monster.

Then it happened.

The fox’s body began to glow.

Luminous patterns lit up along its limbs—a sign it was preparing a true Tier-4 burst.

Alvin’s lips curled into a small smirk.

’Time for the second act.’

In a blink, the fox vanished from its spot, reappearing right in front of Alvin. Its claws were inches from his chest, the energy surging through its strike ready to tear through bone and spirit alike.

People gasped.

Then suddenly,

He disappeared.

No impact. No sound.

Just emptiness.

Gasps turned into confusion.

The cameras refocused, Alvin now stood several meters away, calm as ever. His legs were wrapped in swirling black shadows, faint tendrils drifting off like smoke.

’Shadow steps’ Alvin thought

Silence took the audience.

Realization dawned.

A few veterans murmured.

And then the announcer confirmed it aloud, almost breathless.

"...Duel Elementalist."

The fox growled, its five tails lashing through the air in fury.

Alvin exhaled calmly.

"I think this much is enough."

A blade shimmered into his hand. A plain, disposable blade—not Rhizome. Just a disposable weapon.

But the wind knew better.

It wrapped around the blade like a loyal servant answering its master’s call, humming with restrained power. This wasn’t his full strength. Not even close. Just a fraction.

He shifted his stance, lowering the sword so it pointed at the ground, the wind thickening around him in response.

The fox darted forward.

So did Alvin.

At the moment they were about to clash, the wind beneath his feet surged.

With a gust, he soared high above the fox’s reach, flipping midair with ease.

As he ascended, his eyes caught one of the floating drones recording the fight.

A smile tugged at the edge of his lips.

’I hope you’re all enjoying the show.’

Then, in a single fluid motion, Alvin twisted midair and brought his blade down in a wide arc.

A compressed wind slash tore through the air—silent, swift, and deadly.

It struck the fox clean across the back.

No time to roar. No time to dodge.

The creature’s body split in two, the impact so precise it left a fine mist in the air.

Alvin landed softly, the breeze settling around him like an obedient curtain falling after a performance.

His watch beeped.

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Points: 1320

Time Remaining: 3:11:08

Slots Left: 452

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Alvin gave a short nod, glancing toward the Central Peak in the distance.

’This point boost should be enough to secure first place.’

’Bet they didn’t see that coming.’