The Extra Who Shouldn't Exist novel Chapter 339

Chapter 339: Chapter 339 : Realisation

Aeliana, Thalion, and Elaria all went still.

For a long heartbeat, none of them spoke—just staring at Alex as if he had casually mentioned the name of a buried god.

Thalion recovered first.

"How do you know about it?" he asked quietly, his gaze sharpening.

In his mind, Alex smiled.

’Nailed it,’ he thought. ’Looks like my guess was right. Even the royal family really does have it. And even though the alchemy recipe to produce it was lost long ago... maybe it can still work as a catalyst to remove the other curses on my physique and bloodline.’

He met Thalion’s eyes.

"How I know," Alex said aloud, "doesn’t matter to you. What matters is that I want it—and you have it."

Thalion glanced toward Aeliana.

She met his gaze and gave a small nod and a gentle smile.

He sighed. "Fine," he said. "Come with me."

"I want to have breakfast first," Alex replied instantly.

Elaria exhaled loudly. "Didn’t you already order a bunch of things to eat while you were hiding inside that room?"

"Hey," Alex said, offended. "I used a lot of power because of your family. It’s time to replenish it."

"Why not?" Aeliana said lightly. "In fact, I came here to ask you to join us for breakfast."

Thalion nodded. "Alright. We can talk about it over breakfast. Let’s go."

He turned and led the way down the corridor.

Alex followed beside Aeliana, while Elaria grumbled under her breath behind them.

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Thalion brought Alex to a grand dining hall.

High arched ceilings carved from living wood stretched overhead, inlaid with glowing crystals that mimicked starlight. Long windows lined the walls, framed by curling vines, letting in the golden morning sun. A table of polished, dark elderwood sat at the center of the room, long enough to seat dozens. Intricate silver patterns traced its edges.

Alex took it all in with a glance.

"Well," he muttered under his breath, "it looks bigger than my palace. But nothing special."

Thalion clapped his hands once.

Elven maids entered in graceful lines, each one elegant enough to pass for a noble in other kingdoms. They carried silver trays piled with delicacies—fresh fruits that glowed faintly with mana, steaming breads, roasted meats, crystal dishes of salads, and carafes filled with fragrant teas and juices. They moved like a practiced dance, placing everything neatly on the table.

Thalion sat at the head of the table.

Aeliana took the seat beside him.

Alex sat next to the elven queen—far closer than Thalion liked. The king’s jaw tightened for a moment, but he sighed inwardly.

’Whatever,’ he thought. ’Aeliana loves me dearly, and he’s just some brat.’

A brat with very good looks, frightening talent, and a mind sharp enough to become a king young—and keep his nation, and his people, alive.

Thalion sighed again.

’Looks like I’m jealous.’

Aeliana seemed to sense it. She reached under the table and gently took his hand.

Thalion glanced at her and smiled.

Meanwhile, Alex was already eating like there was no tomorrow.

He completely ignored royal etiquette, devouring dish after dish with impressive speed, stacking emptied plates in front of him. To him, this was not a formal breakfast—it was a recovery operation.

"Don’t you have any table manners?" Elaria asked, staring in disbelief.

"I only know one manner," Alex replied between bites. "It doesn’t matter what people think about you. The only thing that matters while eating... is to eat until you’re full."

He swallowed and added, "And FYI, yes, I do know manners. My mother taught me all kinds of things."

He reached for another plate—then paused, looking around.

"Where’s Alden, by the way?" he asked.

"He already ate," Thalion said. "He asked to see our training facilities, so he should be there now."

Alex nodded. "Figures."

Aeliana tilted her head, speaking in a sweet tone.

"Can you tell us why you want the Tears of Atheria?" she asked.

"Sorry," Alex said immediately. "Can’t tell you that."

"Then at least tell us what you know about it," she pressed gently.

Alex washed down his food with a sip of tea, then set the cup down.

"I know that the elixir can heal not only flesh, mana veins, and mana cores," he said, "but fractured souls as well. Those whose souls were damaged by curses, forbidden magic, or divine backlash can be restored—something no modern potion can replicate."

He leaned back slightly.

"And that’s just the start," he continued. "I’ve heard it can even affect your potential cap. Drinking it can rewind the body’s age by decadesor or some years without affecting memories. It can also bring out abilities that have been dormant for a long time."

He shrugged.

"Well, I could go on, but I’m sure you all know at least as much as I just listed."

Thalion exhaled slowly.

"Well, the thing is," he said, "the alchemy recipe to make it hasn’t gone missing."

Alex’s eyes narrowed with interest.

"It was hard," Thalion went on, "but I looked through everything I could—old records, sealed archives, even forbidden tomes—and managed to piece together the recipe."

"But...?" Alex prompted.

Thalion’s expression turned wry.

"But the ingredients were the hardest thing to gather," he said. "Still, I managed it. All except for one thing."

Alex’s gaze sharpened. "But what?"

"It cannot be made," Thalion replied, "without the fruit of the World Tree."

He paused, letting the weight of the words hang in the air.

"The Fruit of the Beginning."

"We tried everything we could to make it without it" Thalion said, voice heavy. "But even our best alchemists have failed."

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