The Extra's Supremacy-Chapter 52: Entrance Exam

Alvin glanced at the token in his hand.

[Token Number: 963]

He raised his head, eyes scanning the vast open field stretched before him. Dozens of students stood across the terrain, surrounded by low humming drones and floating cameras—each one capturing the moment for the live broadcast.

A clear, confident voice rang out across the arena from the central speakers.

"Welcome, participants, to the Everbright Academy entrance exams."

A quiet murmur spread through the crowd. Alvin narrowed his eyes, listening.

"The rules are simple," the announcer continued. "There are six peaks—five in each direction and one in the center."

"You’ll be stationed randomly across the five outer peaks. The goal is to reach the center peak."

"You have six hours. At exactly 9:00 p.m., the exam will end."

Alvin frowned slightly.

"Only the first 700 students to reach the center peak will be accepted into Everbright Academy."

"But your final ranking will depend on how many students you eliminate on your way."

The voice chuckled slightly, then added, "That’s it, flocks. Do your best."

Suddenly, a giant magic circle lit up beneath their feet.

Before Alvin could react, his body vanished in a flash of light.

—

When he opened his eyes again, he was standing on a rocky cliff. Wind tugged at his clothes as he stepped forward, looking out across the rugged landscape.

Far in the distance, shrouded in mist and sunlight, stood the central peak—a towering mountain that pierced the clouds.

Alvin glanced at his token again and muttered, "So this guy handles teleportation too..."

Just then, the announcer’s voice echoed once more—this time from the token itself.

"To ensure a fair fight, killing is prohibited. All attacks will be regulated."

"There’s a button on the back of your token. Click it now."

Alvin turned the token over and pressed it.

In a flash of blue light, it shifted form—turning into a sleek, black watch.

He raised an eyebrow. "Pretty impressive."

Strapping the watch onto his wrist, a holographic screen lit up.

Points: 000

Time Remaining: 06:00:00

Slots Left: 700

The voice rang out one last time.

"Three..."

Alvin exhaled, rolling his shoulders.

"Two..."

He focused on the distant mountain.

"One..."

A loud chime echoed from the watch.

"Let the exam begin."

Alvin took his first step down the mountain trail, thoughts racing.

’The distance to the center peak... it’s far. Maybe not too far for me.’

’If I head straight there, I’ll make it in time—but I’ll land in last place. That’s not happening.’

’I need points. If I hunt while heading there, I can rack up eliminations, then wait near the passing line and secure my spot.’

He nodded to himself, finalizing his plan.

’And maybe... I’ll get to see him.’

The "main character."

As Alvin advanced, he sensed dozens of mana signatures scattered throughout the area. The mountain was alive with energy—each student radiating pressure, anticipation, and some even fear.

He smirked. "Now that I think about it, this whole exam is child’s play for Lesley."

He shook his head.

"I actually feel bad for anyone who ends up in her range."

Without hesitation, Alvin moved toward the nearest mana presence.

Before him stood a silver-haired boy with a proud posture and a custom-crafted longbow. His features were sharp, handsome—and he clearly knew it.

The boy took aim at nothing in particular and loudly declared, "I, Max Slypar, will win this exam!"

Alvin raised an eyebrow and approached from behind. "You’re quite confident, huh?"

Max turned his head. "Hmph? Of course. I’m from the Slypar family."

Alvin tilted his head. "So, what is it, your family taking the exam for you?"

Max’s brow twitched, a visible vein pulsing as he pulled an arrow back on his bow.

"You talk too much."

Alvin blinked. "That’s not something you should say when you’re the one shouting your name like a peacock."

Max released the arrow with a sharp twang. It soared through the air, wind-enhanced and aimed straight for Alvin’s chest.

Alvin didn’t flinch.

He simply tilted his body to the side.

Whsshh—

The arrow passed harmlessly by.

And then Max blinked—Alvin was gone from sight.

"Wha—"

"Pathetic," a voice whispered behind him.

Max spun, but it was too late.

A palm struck his face with a solid smack. Just raw physical force—no mana, no enhancement.

But it was enough.

Max’s body slumped to the ground, unconscious.

[Points: 001]

[Time Remaining: 5:57:39]

[Slots Left: 700]

Alvin glanced at his watch and gave a satisfied nod.

"One down."

Without looking back, he disappeared into the trees.

Alvin moved swiftly through the mountain trail when two students came into view, both locked in a fierce battle.

’Sorry.’

He raised a hand lazily.

A sharp gust of wind surged from his palm, blasting both combatants off their feet before they even noticed his presence.

Ding!

His watch beeped, and the point counter ticked up.

Alvin didn’t even pause.

"Tch. What a waste of time."

He jumped over them and kept moving.

’If I hadn’t entered that ruin, maybe I’d enjoy this kind of thing. But now...’

’It’s just annoying.’

***

Elsewhere...

In the control center, drones hovered, tracking the progress of top participants. A booming voice echoed over the broadcast, filled with excitement.

"Wow! Look at that—Dalton Noctis is on fire!"

"In just ten minutes, he’s already racked up twelve points!"

The screen shifted.

"Now let’s check in on Max Slypar. Let’s see how our confident prince is doing!"

Cameras zoomed in.

The entire audience leaned forward.

And then...

Max was snoring.

Flat on his back.

Arms sprawled.

A thick red mark on his cheek.

"W-What...?" The announcer choked. "Is he... asleep?"

An awkward silence filled the broadcast before the announcer recovered.

"W-Wow! Look at that confidence! Truly worthy of the prestigious Slypar name!"

"Yes! Max Slypar boldly showing that a six-hour time limit is far too generous for him!"

The drone zoomed in again revealing the very visible handprint on his cheek.

The announcer quickly changed the feed.

***

Inside the VIP Cabin...

"Hahaha... Hahaha! Ahahaha!"

Oliver Noctis couldn’t stop laughing.

"To think your son got knocked out in the first ten minutes!"

David Slypar’s face twitched. "That’s enough."

Oliver wiped a tear from his eye. "Max is a late-stage Expert. Whoever did that must be a dark horse."

David forced a calm expression, but his mind was already spinning.

’Damn it, Max! You’re asking for public humiliation!’

’If you don’t wake up and qualify, I swear...’

’But who the hell even is that?’

Meanwhile, Oliver leaned back smugly, his expression cool and unreadable.

’Whoever it is... they are no match for Dalton’

***

Back on the Mountain...

"Achoo!"

Alvin rubbed his nose.

"...Who the hell is talking behind my back?"