The Extra's Advent: My Villainess Fiancée is a Yandere

Chapter 119: Seraphina’s Suspicions [1]

"How refreshing."

Although all the mana in Cael’s body was empty, he did not feel uncomfortable at all.

In fact, he was extremely comfortable. There was a reason for that.

To progress from [Gold 1] to [Platinum 1], a ranker needed to accumulate mana over three to five years at a minimum, ten years at maximum.

It was a slow, grinding process of absorption, condensation, and refinement.

But Cael had received that unknown mana wave, "the red leaf" surge.

That single wave could have pushed him directly from [Silver 3] to [Platinum 1]. That was more than ten years’ worth of mana compressed into a single hour.

And not to mention, that mana was not originally his. Yet it had broken through his limits, completed his perfect mana vessel, and integrated into his channels.

Now, that mana was his.

Lastly, since he had merged his mana channels with his blood vessels, he needed to change his way of mana circulation and absorption.

The old methods would not work. His body was different now.

Even though Cael was [Gold 3], his experience with mana absorption was practically nonexistent.

One had to know that only [Gold 1] rankers and above could actively absorb mana from their surroundings.

Low-stage rankers let their bodies do the work slowly, relying on mana recovery potions to supplement the gap.

But Cael had jumped directly from [Silver 3] to [Gold 3]. He had skipped the foundational stage where most rankers learned to absorb mana naturally.

In short, Cael was a mobile phone. His perfect mana vessel was the software. After installing new software, the phone needed to restart. Hence, releasing all his built-up mana was the reset.

So, after releasing all that pressure, it was no wonder Cael felt refreshed.

Now all he needed to do was adjust to his new body and recover his mana.

That was not a big deal at all. Even without doing any work, his body would naturally replenish its reserves.

The perfect mana vessel would handle it.

Contrary to Cael’s happy mood, outside, it was nothing short of chaos.

....

In Everbright Academy, due to the time zone difference, it was midday in Karyal City.

The sun hung high over the familiar buildings, casting sharp shadows across the courtyards where students trained and laughed, unaware of the chaos unfolding thousands of miles away.

Inside the Vice Principal’s office, Seraphina sat behind her desk, her chin resting on her clenched fist.

She was contemplating the strange event that had happened a few months ago.

That was when Cael had brought Seris Vale as a captive.

But due to that incident, Seraphina had erased the memories of all the people who experienced it... the laughing and crying at the same time, the unknown energy that had pressed down on everyone’s minds.

As a side effect, all those affected by that unknown energy had broken through by at least one minor stage.

Not to mention, their talent had also increased by several fold.

That included Seraphina herself.

She had been a [Mythril 3] ranker. After experiencing that strange energy, she had been affected as well.

Now, she could break through to [Adamant] whenever she chose.

But there was something odd about Cael.

He had not broken through. Think about it; a [Mythril] ranker had been affected, but a [Silver] ranker had not.

Seraphina had two guesses.

One was that Cael possessed some extraordinary skill that repelled the unknown energy. That was very unlikely.

The second was that the unknown energy had never targeted Cael at all. Which was quite unbelievable.

’Why would it affect everyone else but leave him untouched?’

Seraphina never considered Cael’s Mana Sovereignty. After all, she knew that the unknown energy was not mana at all. The skill would have been useless.

That said, currently, she was accumulating her mana for a safe breakthrough. She was in no rush.

[Adamant] was not a rank to be taken lightly.

[Mythril], [Adamant], and [Origin].

All three stages brought different types of improvement.

[Mythril] rankers could create a signature technique or skill, unique to the individual, something that reflected their very soul.

[Adamant] rankers could reform their body. Reconstruction, to be precise.

They could reshape their channels, reinforce their bones, and optimize their vessel for greater efficiency.

This was also the reason many low-stage rankers did not bother practicing body techniques.

Why invest years into strengthening a body that would be rebuilt from scratch at [Adamant]?

But how many could actually reach [Adamant] rank? The number was vanishingly small.

That said, it was not useless to learn a body technique early.

During reconstruction, having a solid foundation would be very helpful. The body technique would guide the reconstruction, making the process smoother and the results more effective.

So, after reaching [Mythril], almost everyone started practicing some form of body technique.

Finally, [Origin] rankers: the pinnacle of power. But no one knew what kind of things it would bring.

Every [Origin] ranker, whether human, vampire, or wraith, they all kept their mouth shut about it.

It was as if all the [Origin] rankers had entered some kind of agreement.

The only answer anyone ever received was vague, frustrating, and utterly useless.

"You shall know when you achieve it."

Seraphina sighed and shook her head. There was no use thinking about it. After all, she was just a small [Mythril] ranker who was about to reach [Adamant].

She had a long way to go before she could even dream of [Origin].

It was not wrong to say that for [Origin] rankers, everyone below [Origin] was nothing but small children.

The gap between [Silver] and [Gold] was significant.

The gap between [Adamant] and [Origin] was an insurmountable chasm.

But still... variables did exist, there were always exceptions.

Just to break those myths.

And prove the whole world... how ignorant they were.

...

Back at Golden Scale Academy, inside the mana-tech center, the atmosphere was suffocating.

Several instructors filled the large monitor room, their faces pale, their voices hushed.

The walls were lined with screens displaying maps, data streams, and frozen footage.

At the center of the room stood the Vice Principal of Golden Scale Academy, a [Mythril] ranker, a woman in her late fifties who looked no older than middle age.

Beside her was the city protector of Arhal City, an [Adamant] ranker.

If Cael were here and saw that [Adamant] ranker, he would be surprised. It was the same person from his vision.

The same man who had self-destructed to wound the Wraith Princess. This man was also Elara Grace’s father.

A man wearing glasses placed a pointer at the center of a holographic map of Golden Scale Academy and began his report.

"After analyzing the data, we have located the point where the mana disruption originated."

The Vice Principal frowned and said,

"It was the clock tower."

The man with glasses nodded and continued,

"Yes. The mana disruption wave started here. It then spread outward for 63.7 miles."

He paused, letting the number sink in.

"The aftereffect wave lasted for 10.68 seconds."

As soon as he spoke, the room fell silent. No one commented. No one needed to. Their grim faces said everything.

The [Adamant] ranker spoke next. His voice was calm, controlled, but there was fire beneath it.

"What about the cameras? As far as I know, every inch of this academy is covered."

The man with glasses nodded solemnly and changed the monitor screen. The image flickered, then resolved.

The screen displayed the clock tower. Top to bottom. Left to right. Inside and out. Every angle. Every shadow.

The instructors leaned forward, their eyes scanning the footage of the clock tower.

Then suddenly, all the footage went blank.

"What is the meaning of this?"

The Vice Principal demanded.

The man gave a helpless smile and said,

"As you can see, twenty seconds before the mana disruption wave was released, all the cameras went blank."

"Then we also checked satellite footage and long-range cameras and..."

He trailed off and shook his head.

"And what?"

One of the instructors pressed.

The monitor screen changed once again. This time, all of them saw a figure on the tower.

The figure had two horns protruding from its head. It stretched its hands outward, then brought its two fists together.

Then the figure vanished. Another horned figure arrived, then it vanished as well.

The hall erupted like a volcano.

"Wraiths."

"Damn them."

"It was the wraiths."

"What should we do?"

No one knew that it was just Cael’s illusion array skill, a simple technique that changed the appearance of figures.

The first horned figure was Cael. The second horned figure was his Space clone.

And Cael’s clap became the collision of two wraith fists.

As soon as Cael vanished, the skill would only last for three more seconds. But that was more than enough time for the Space clone to vanish as well.

That night, Cael was cursed by millions of people. They cursed the wraiths, believing they were the culprits.

Every news outlet, every social media post, every hushed conversation in every corner of the world blamed the wraiths for the terror that had gripped Arhal City.

The real culprit, however, was lying in his bed in the guest dormitory.

"Achoo."

Cael sniffed and muttered to himself,

"Is someone cursing me?"