Beyond the Script: The Extra Who Stole the Mangakyo

Chapter 21: Chapter 21

Chapter 21 – The Beginning of S-Class

Alden Blackwood arrived early.

Not because he was particularly excited—he just didn't want to deal with the chaos of students fighting for seats. This was S-Class, the elite of the elite, so it was bound to be filled with talented, arrogant, and overpowered individuals.

The classroom was grand, far more advanced than any regular lecture hall. Massive screens lined the walls, enchanted for combat analysis, and magic runes subtly pulsed with power in the ceiling, reinforcing the structure. This wasn't just a classroom—it was a battlefield in disguise.

Alden adjusted his sunglasses as he took a seat in the third row, center.

Why sunglasses?

Because they looked cool.

And, well, he never knew when he'd need to activate Mangekyō Sharingan. Better to keep them on at all times.

His katana, Crimson Veil, currently disguised as a sleek black bracelet, vibrated lightly against his wrist.

"You're really committing to the mysterious swordsman look, huh?" the sword teased in his mind.

"Of course. Looking cool is half the battle."

A chuckle echoed in his head, but before he could retort, the main characters began to arrive.

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First, The Protagonist

The air shifted as the first student entered.

A young man with dark brown hair and emerald-green eyes strode in with a natural confidence.

Leonhardt Valerian.

The Protagonist.

He was already on the verge of breaking into C-Rank, making him stronger than most of the class. But his true power lay in his absurd growth rate. In just a few months, he'd outshine everyone.

Murmurs broke out as people noticed him.

"Damn, that's Leonhardt, right? The Duke's heir?"

"I heard he already took down a C-Rank beast before coming here."

"Look at him. Main character energy."

Leonhardt ignored the noise and took a seat in the second row. His relaxed but focused aura made it clear—he was here to get stronger.

"Enjoy your slow rise to power, buddy. I'll be busy in the shadows."

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Second, The Ice Queen

The temperature in the room dropped sharply.

Alden didn't need to look to know who had arrived.

Seraphina Everfrost.

Silver hair, piercing ice-blue eyes, and an aura as cold as death.

She glided into the room, completely unbothered by the attention. A noble heiress from the Everfrost Clan, one of the strongest ice mages in the world.

"She's only D-Rank now, but she already froze a lake in her entrance exam."

"No surprise. The Everfrost family breeds monsters."

She took a window seat, resting her chin on her palm, not sparing a glance at anyone.

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Third, The Fiery Sword Princess

Alden barely had time to recover before another dominant presence entered.

Alicia von Rosenheim.

Her flaming red hair stood out instantly, paired with golden eyes that burned with confidence.

She walked with measured elegance, her every step controlled. Unlike Seraphina's cold indifference, Alicia carried herself like a warrior preparing for battle.

"She's D+, right?"

"Yeah, but she's expected to hit C-Rank by the end of the semester."

"She should've ranked higher in the entrance exam..."

She glanced at Alden as she passed, her lips quirking up slightly before she sat in the fourth row.

"Still not over our fight, huh?"

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Fourth, The Shadow Trickster

A faint ripple in the air signaled the next arrival.

Reynard Faulkner.

His messy black hair and fox-like golden eyes made him look more like a troublemaker than a noble. And that wasn't far from the truth.

A specialist in assassination techniques and illusion magic, Reynard was a nightmare to fight against.

"Didn't he take out five people in the exam without anyone noticing?"

"Yeah, he's a damn ghost."

Unlike the others, Reynard didn't care about appearances. He casually slumped into a seat at the back, already looking half-asleep.

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Fifth, The Holy Saintess

A warm, golden aura filled the room next.

Elena Brightwind.

She walked in gracefully, her long blonde hair shining under the lights, soft blue eyes filled with kindness. The Saintess Candidate of the Holy Church, and an exceptional healer.

"She's D-Rank now, but they say she'll be a Saintess by the end of the year."

"No wonder, her healing in the exam was ridiculous."

She smiled gently at the murmurs but took a seat without interacting with anyone.

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Sixth, The Beastkin Duelist

Then, a new presence entered—one wilder than the others.

Luca Ashenpaw.

A beastkin warrior, with wolf-like silver hair and sharp amber eyes. His pointed ears twitched slightly, picking up on every sound in the room.

Most beastkin didn't make it to S-Class, but Luca was different. He fought with raw power and instincts, backed by refined technique.

"I heard his physical stats are insane for his rank."

"No kidding, he ripped apart a golem with his bare hands."

Luca cracked his knuckles as he sat down, his tail flicking lazily behind him.

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Seventh, The Elven Mage

Finally, the last major character arrived.

Sylvara Nightwhisper.

An elven prodigy, with long dark green hair and emerald eyes that shimmered with mana.

Her affinity for nature magic and high-speed casting made her a terrifying opponent.

"Elves rarely attend human academies. What's she doing here?"

"Probably a diplomatic thing. But she's strong as hell."

She took a seat near Seraphina, barely acknowledging anyone else.

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Alden sighed.

"That's all of them."

These were the future powerhouses of the world—each one destined to grow into monsters in their own right.

His katana hummed in amusement.

"You sure you won't get overshadowed, boy?" @@novelbin@@

Alden smirked.

"Not a chance."

Just as the murmuring settled, the front doors swung open.

A tall, battle-worn woman entered, her presence alone enough to silence the room.

Their instructor had arrived.

"Settle down."

Her voice was sharp, commanding immediate attention.

Alden adjusted his sunglasses and leaned back.

"First day of S-Class. Let's see how this goes."