The Extra Who Will Swallow The Plot-Chapter 126: Making New Purchases

Raze woke to sunlight streaming through his window, the golden light painting geometric patterns across the sparse room. His body protested the movement as he sat up, muscles complaining about yesterday’s exertions both physical and mental. The training session with Asura had left its mark despite occurring entirely within his consciousness, phantom aches settling deep into tissue and bone.

He moved through his morning routine with methodical efficiency, stretching to work out the stiffness that had accumulated overnight. Each motion was deliberate, controlled, pushing just enough to loosen tight muscles without risking actual injury. The process took longer than it should have, but rushing would only make things worse.

The small bathroom’s basin filled with cool water that felt shocking against his skin when he splashed it across his face. The temperature contrast helped shake off the lingering grogginess, sharpening awareness that sleep had dulled. He washed thoroughly, removing the sweat and grime that somehow accumulated even during meditation, the water running clear by the time he finished.

His reflection in the mirror showed fatigue around his eyes, slight hollowness to his features that spoke of insufficient rest despite sleeping through the night. But nothing concerning, nothing that wouldn’t fade after proper breakfast and some time moving around. Just the normal exhaustion that came from pushing himself harder than most people considered reasonable.

The Academy had provided basic clothing for all students, practical garments designed for training rather than aesthetic appeal. Raze pulled on the tracksuit, dark fabric that fit comfortably without restricting movement. The material was higher quality than it appeared, some kind of treated cloth that would resist tearing and wick away moisture during extended physical activity. Functional, efficient, exactly what you’d expect from an institution focused on producing warriors rather than courtiers.

He stepped outside his quarters to find Bephe still lounging across the doorway, the prehistoric predator having apparently decided that guarding his master’s door was more important than seeking his own comfort elsewhere. The creature stirred as Raze emerged, massive head lifting to regard him with eyes that carried more intelligence than most people would expect from a beast.

"Morning," Raze said quietly, scratching behind the creature’s ear ridge in the spot that always made Bephe rumble with contentment. "Sleep well?"

The prehistoric predator made a sound that might have been affirmation, stretching in ways that showcased the deadly power contained within that deceptively small juvenile form. At full size, Bephe would be absolutely terrifying. Even now, reduced and contained, the creature radiated potential violence that most people instinctively recognized as dangerous.

Voices drifted from beyond the barracks, rhythmic sound of feet hitting ground in synchronized pattern. Raze’s attention sharpened, curiosity drawing him toward the noise. He moved around the building’s corner to get a clear view of what was happening.

The kingdom’s perimeter stretched before him, and running along that boundary were his people. All twenty-nine of them, moving in coordinated formation that spoke of organization rather than random individual exercise. They wore the same Academy-issued tracksuits, dark fabric creating a unified appearance that made them look more like a proper military unit than a collection of students thrown together by circumstance.

Fedora led from the front, her pace measured but demanding. Her cinnamon-brown hair was pulled back in a practical style that kept it from interfering with vision, and despite the obvious exertion of running, her breathing remained controlled. Behind her, the kingdom members maintained formation with varying degrees of success. Some looked comfortable, clearly accustomed to this kind of physical conditioning. Others were struggling visibly, faces flushed and breathing labored, but maintaining pace through sheer determination.

Darius ran along the formation’s flank, his voice calling out corrections and encouragement in tones that carried authority without being harsh. "Tighten up the back, you’re falling behind! Helena, adjust your breathing rhythm, you’re working too hard! That’s better, maintain that pace!"

’They’ve already started training without waiting for my instruction,’ Raze thought, watching the organized display with approval he carefully kept off his face. ’Fedora and Darius took initiative, established morning routine, got everyone moving productively. That’s exactly the kind of leadership delegation I was hoping to see.’ 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

Fedora noticed him standing there, her eyes catching his presence even while maintaining her running pace. She raised one hand in signal that brought the entire formation to gradual halt, momentum bleeding off smoothly rather than through abrupt stop that would have been harder on already tired bodies.

The kingdom members turned to face him, breathing heavily but standing with reasonable discipline despite obvious exhaustion. Several were bent over with hands on knees, gulping air, but even they maintained awareness of their surroundings and attention on their King.

"Good morning," Raze said, his voice carrying across the assembled group without needing to shout. "I see you’ve already started training. That’s an initiative worth acknowledging."

Fedora stepped forward, still breathing harder than normal but controlled about it. "We figured morning conditioning would be beneficial. Get everyone’s blood moving, establish routine, build collective discipline. Darius suggested the formation running, I agreed it made sense."

"It does," Raze confirmed, scanning the group and noting who looked comfortable versus who looked ready to collapse. "How long have you been running?"

"About forty minutes," Darius answered, moving to join Fedora at the formation’s front. "Four circuits of the perimeter. We started slow to let people warm up, increased pace gradually, then maintained moderate speed for the bulk of it. Nothing extreme, just enough to elevate heart rates and remind everyone that physical conditioning matters regardless of cultivation rank."

Raze nodded, genuinely impressed by the thoughtfulness of their approach. "Well executed. You’re developing the foundation that makes everything else possible. Cultivation can enhance physical capability, but it works best when there’s actual fitness to enhance rather than just raw mana poorly distributed through undisciplined bodies."

Several kingdom members straightened slightly at the compliment, pride visible despite their exhaustion. Being acknowledged by someone who’d soloed a Grandmaster rank beast apparently carried weight that motivated even when muscles screamed for rest.

"Here’s what we’re doing today," Raze continued, his tone shifting toward instructional. "You’ve all completed good conditioning work this morning. Now you need to rest, let your bodies recover, eat properly to replace the energy you’ve expended. I have training plans that will push you harder than you’re probably expecting, but that comes after you’ve restored yourselves to reasonable baseline."

He paused, making eye contact with multiple people across the formation.

"Training is about progressive overload, not destruction. You stress the body or mind, then you allow recovery that makes you slightly stronger than before. Repeat that cycle consistently and you develop genuine capability. Skip the recovery phase and you just accumulate damage until something breaks. So rest now. We’ll reconvene later for actual instruction."

The relief was visible across multiple faces, though some of the more competitive members looked disappointed at the delayed training. Raze noted who fell into which category, mental filing that would inform how he approached individual instruction later.

"Dismissed," he said, and the formation dissolved as people moved toward the barracks or Mess Hall, conversations breaking out about the morning run and speculation about what training would involve later.

Fedora and Darius remained, both clearly recognizing that Raze had more to discuss based on his body language. They waited until the rest of the kingdom was out of easy earshot before speaking.

"You wanted to talk to us specifically?" Fedora asked, wiping sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand.

"Yes," Raze confirmed, gesturing for them to walk with him toward a more private area. "Several things I need to handle, and I want your input before proceeding."

They fell into step beside him, both listening with focused attention that suggested they understood this was strategic discussion rather than casual conversation. Bephe followed at a distance, the prehistoric predator apparently deciding that his master’s activities warranted observation even if they didn’t require direct participation.

"First priority is purchasing a proper training ground from the Kingdom Shop," Raze said once they had reasonable privacy. "The open space we have is functional for running and basic exercises, but serious cultivation training requires controlled environment with specific properties. High mana density for meditation and breakthrough attempts, variable terrain for combat practice, ideally some kind of sparring constructs that can provide realistic opposition without risking actual injury to kingdom members."

Darius’s expression showed interest mixed with concern. "Training grounds are expensive purchases from what I remember seeing in the shop interface. What rank were you considering?"

"Master rank," Raze replied without hesitation. "Lower ranks won’t provide enough benefit to justify the cost, and we need something that will remain useful as people advance rather than becoming obsolete after a few breakthroughs."

Fedora was already running calculations in her head, her Precognition probably showing her multiple futures based on different resource allocation choices. "That’s a substantial Kingdom Points investment. What else are you planning to purchase? Because if we’re spending heavily on infrastructure, we need to ensure we’re not leaving ourselves vulnerable in other areas."

"Defensive improvements," Raze said, counting off on his fingers. "Enhanced walls, reinforced barriers, possibly watchtower upgrades that provide better early warning for future tests. The Academy isn’t going to let us sit comfortably for long. They’ll throw something at us designed to test whatever structures we’ve built, and I’d rather have solid defenses than regret skimping on protection when enemies appear at our borders."

He paused, expression shifting toward something more contemplative.

"Actually, I smell something concerning about these two free days we’ve been given. The Academy grants us time to organize and build without interference, which sounds generous until you consider that they’re probably observing everything we do. Watching how we allocate resources, noting our defensive priorities, identifying weaknesses in our structures that they can exploit during the next test."

Darius’s eyes narrowed as he processed that implication. "You think they’re using the grace period to gather intelligence for designing a test specifically targeting our vulnerabilities?"

"I think that’s exactly what they’re doing," Raze confirmed. "It’s what I’d do if I were running this place. Give students enough rope to either build something functional or hang themselves, then design challenges that expose flaws in whatever they’ve constructed. Tests our adaptability, reveals who can adjust when plans encounter reality’s refusal to cooperate with expectations."

Fedora nodded slowly, her Precognition apparently confirming that assessment made sense even if specifics remained unclear. "So we should assume anything we build during this period will be specifically targeted during the next test. Which means we need defensive infrastructure that can handle unexpected assault types rather than optimizing for single threat vector."

"Exactly," Raze agreed. "Flexibility over specialization at this stage. Once we understand what kinds of tests the Academy favors, we can adapt our defenses accordingly. For now, general resilience matters more than perfect optimization."

They walked in silence for a moment, each processing the strategic implications. The Academy’s grounds stretched around them, other kingdoms visible in the distance going through their own morning activities. Some looked organized, others appeared chaotic, the varying approaches providing interesting contrast.

"I’ll handle the purchases," Raze said, pulling up his bracelet interface. "You two continue managing the kingdom members. Make sure everyone eats properly, gets adequate rest, stays productive without overextending. I want people fresh for training later, not exhausted from cramming too much activity into the recovery period."

"Understood," Darius said, already mentally organizing schedules and responsibilities. "I’ll coordinate with the other Pieces, make sure everyone has clear assignments that keep them engaged without being draining."

Fedora’s attention was on her own bracelet, reviewing something that made her expression tighten fractionally. "The Academy Points economy is going to create problems. Some of our people performed well during the beast horde and have decent reserves. Others barely participated and now have almost nothing. The Mess Hall requires payment for meals, which means those without points are dependent on others for basic sustenance."

"Redistribute as necessary," Raze instructed. "I’ll transfer points to you and Darius, you allocate to kingdom members who need them. Nobody starves because they had bad luck during the first test. We’re building collective success, not competitive hierarchy based on who happened to kill the most beasts on day one."

The relief on both their faces suggested they’d been concerned about having to navigate that political minefield without clear guidance. Raze made the transfers immediately, watching substantial portions of his Academy Points flow to his Queen and Rook One with understanding that this was investment rather than expense.

"Go," he said, dismissing them with gesture toward where kingdom members were gathering near the barracks. "I’ll join everyone at the Mess Hall shortly. Want to finalize these purchases first, make sure the infrastructure is in place before we start serious training."

They departed, already discussing logistics and resource distribution in tones that suggested competent partnership. Raze watched them go with satisfaction he didn’t bother hiding now that no one was looking. Having reliable Pieces made everything easier, freed him from needing to personally manage every detail.

He pulled up the Kingdom Shop interface, navigating to the infrastructure section with practiced efficiency. The options were extensive, everything from basic facilities to advanced installations that cost more Kingdom Points than most kingdoms would accumulate in months.

The Training Ground section offered multiple tiers, each rank corresponding to cultivation levels and providing progressively better benefits. Novice rank was cheap but essentially useless for anyone above Apprentice cultivation. Apprentice rank was marginal improvement. Expert rank started becoming genuinely useful, but Raze’s eyes went straight to the Master rank option.

**Master Rank Training Ground: 85,000 Kingdom Points**

The description expanded when he focused on it:

*Dedicated cultivation and combat training facility with enhanced properties designed to accelerate development for cultivators up to Master Peak rank. Contains multiple specialized features:*

*High Mana Density Environment: Ambient mana concentration elevated to 300% of normal atmospheric levels, significantly improving meditation efficiency and breakthrough success rates. The enhanced density allows cultivators to draw substantially more energy during training sessions, reducing time required for core advancement and skill refinement.*

*Real-Time Terrain Manipulation: Training ground can alter its physical layout on command, creating varied environmental challenges without requiring multiple separate facilities. Generate mountain terrain for elevation training, forest environments for stealth practice, open plains for formation drills, urban layouts for close-quarters combat simulation. Terrain changes occur within seconds, allowing rapid transition between different training scenarios.*

*Humanoid Golem Sparring Partners: Facility includes capacity to manifest combat golems for realistic opposition training. Golems can be configured to specific mana ranks from Novice through Master Peak, allowing appropriate challenge scaling for practitioners of any level. Each golem possesses one assigned Authority drawn from the six basic elemental types: Fire, Water, Earth, Air, Lightning, or Ice. Authority complexity is limited to applications within normal human comprehension, preventing overwhelming supernatural effects while still providing authentic Authority-based combat experience.*

*Golem Intelligence: Constructs fight with tactical awareness appropriate to their assigned rank. Higher rank golems employ sophisticated combat strategies, forcing practitioners to engage with intelligent opposition rather than simple target practice. Golems can be set to various aggression levels and fighting styles, creating diverse training experiences.*

*Safety Protocols: All training activities within the facility are monitored by embedded protective formations. When participant sustains injury exceeding safe thresholds, automatic intervention prevents permanent damage while allowing participants to experience realistic consequences of tactical errors. Pain feedback remains authentic to encourage learning through consequence, but actual harm is minimized.*

*Capacity: Accommodates up to thirty simultaneous users without meaningful reduction in individual training effectiveness.*

Raze reviewed the specifications with growing satisfaction. This was exactly what his kingdom needed. The high mana density would accelerate everyone’s cultivation progression substantially. The terrain manipulation meant they could practice in environments matching whatever the Academy threw at them during tests. The golem sparring partners provided realistic combat experience against Authority users without requiring kingdom members to potentially injure each other during training.

Eighty-five thousand Kingdom Points was expensive, but he had over two hundred thousand available after the beast horde rewards. The investment would pay for itself quickly through improved kingdom member capability.

He confirmed the purchase, watching his Kingdom Points total drop substantially. The interface provided notification that construction would complete within two hours, magical fabrication occurring automatically once payment cleared.

Next he navigated to defensive infrastructure, reviewing wall enhancement options and barrier reinforcement systems. The base walls surrounding his kingdom were functional but basic, designed to mark territory boundaries rather than withstand serious assault. Upgrading them would provide both practical defensive benefit and psychological reassurance for kingdom members who’d be more confident knowing they had proper protection.

**Enhanced Perimeter Walls: 25,000 Kingdom Points**

*Upgrades existing territorial boundaries with reinforced construction capable of withstanding Master rank assault for extended periods. Walls increase to five meters height with three-meter thickness, constructed from mana-infused stone that resists both physical and energy-based attacks. Includes basic defensive formations that can be activated during combat to further strengthen resistance.*

He purchased that immediately, followed by complementary watchtower upgrades that would provide better visibility and early warning capabilities. Another fifteen thousand points, but worth it for the tactical advantage of seeing threats approaching before they reached the walls.

The purchases completed, Raze closed the interface and headed toward the Mess Hall. His stomach was reminding him that he’d skipped dinner yesterday, too focused on meditation and subsequent training with Asura to bother eating. That deficit needed correction before he attempted anything strenuous.

The Mess Hall was busier than he’d expected, kingdom members from multiple nations gathering for breakfast. The building itself was larger than he’d initially realized, designed to accommodate hundreds of students simultaneously. Long tables stretched across the space, and serving stations lined the walls offering variety that seemed excessive for what was supposedly basic student sustenance.

The variety was impressive but deceptive. Fresh bread, various meats, fruits, prepared dishes ranging from simple to elaborate, all displayed attractively and smelling delicious. But the prices listed beside each item told different story. Everything cost Academy Points, scaled based on quality and quantity. Simple meals were affordable, but the better options required substantial point expenditure.

’Clever economic pressure,’ Raze thought, observing how different students navigated the system. ’Forces us to make choices about resource allocation, creates natural hierarchy based on who earned points during tests versus who didn’t. Probably intentional lesson about how power translates to access and comfort.’

He could see the divide already forming. Students with healthy Academy Point reserves selected whatever they wanted without concern, piling plates high with premium options. Those with limited points chose carefully, calculating exactly how much they could afford while ensuring they had reserves for future needs. And a few looked distinctly uncomfortable, clearly possessing almost no points and dependent on charity from kingdom mates or facing genuine hunger.

Raze moved through the serving line efficiently, selecting light meal for himself that would provide energy without being heavy enough to impair training later. For Bephe, he grabbed multiple portions of steak, the prehistoric predator’s carnivorous diet requiring substantial meat intake to maintain his energy levels. The total cost was reasonable given his point reserves, barely making dent in the massive total he’d accumulated.

He found a relatively quiet corner where he could eat in peace, Bephe settling beside him and attacking the steak with enthusiasm that made several nearby students stare nervously at the creature. Raze ate methodically, savoring food that was genuinely good quality despite being institutional provision, his mind already moving toward afternoon training plans.

The Training Ground would be ready soon. Master rank facility with everything needed to push his kingdom members toward genuine excellence. High mana density for cultivation advancement, terrain manipulation for tactical practice, golem sparring partners for combat experience against Authority users.

’This is where real development begins,’ he thought, finishing his meal and standing to dispose of the empty plates. ’Morning conditioning established baseline fitness. Now we build on that foundation, push everyone toward capabilities they don’t currently believe they possess. See who rises to the challenge and who breaks under pressure that doesn’t relent just because it’s difficult.’

He left the Mess Hall and headed toward where the Training Ground would manifest, Bephe following at his heels. The construction notification had indicated location at the kingdom’s eastern sector, area that had been empty ground this morning but would now house dedicated facility for development.

As he approached, the structure was already taking shape. Reality bent around magical construction processes that defied normal physics, stone and metal and formations materializing from nothing according to specifications he’d purchased. The building grew before his eyes, walls rising and roof forming and internal features arranging themselves with precision that suggested intelligence guiding the process rather than simple mechanical execution.

The Training Ground was larger than he’d expected, easily capable of housing the thirty-person capacity it advertised. The exterior was unassuming, simple stone construction that prioritized function over aesthetic appeal. But even from outside, Raze could feel the mana density difference, ambient energy concentration noticeably higher near the facility than in surrounding areas.

The final construction touches completed, and the building settled into permanent existence with finality that suggested it had always been there. A doorway materialized in the front wall, simple opening without actual door, inviting entry.

Raze stood before it, studying what he’d purchased with satisfaction that had nothing to do with the cost and everything to do with potential. This facility would transform his kingdom members from merely competent into genuinely exceptional, assuming they possessed the determination to endure training that would push them past every comfortable limit they currently accepted as boundaries.

Inside waited high mana density that would accelerate cultivation progression. Terrain that could shift to match any environment they might face during Academy tests. Golems programmed to fight with Authority-enhanced techniques, providing combat experience against supernatural abilities within controlled setting where injuries could be prevented from becoming permanent.

Everything needed to forge warriors capable of competing against divine blessing, inherited genius, and accumulated advantages from kingdoms with resources Westia couldn’t match.

’Tomorrow the real work begins,’ Raze thought, committing the Training Ground’s presence to memory. ’Today they rest and recover. Tomorrow they discover what actual training feels like when someone who knows what excellence requires stops accepting mediocrity as sufficient.’

He turned away from the building, heading back toward the kingdom’s center where kingdom members would be gathering after finishing their meals. Time to check on Darius and Fedora’s organizational progress, ensure everything was proceeding smoothly before the afternoon brought whatever activities the Academy had planned.

The Training Ground stood behind him, waiting, promising transformation for those willing to endure what that transformation required.