The Extra's Transcension-Chapter 40: The First Class (1)

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The sun was rising, its golden rays slipping through the open window of a grand, expensive room.

The morning light cast a warm glow across the lavish interior, illuminating the intricate details of the furniture and the rich fabrics that adorned the space.

One particular beam of sunlight stretched across the room, landing directly on the face of the lone occupant.

Lyrium.

He lay on the large, luxurious bed, his white hair tousled against the pillows.

His breathing was steady, his expression peaceful—at least for now.

The soft warmth of the morning light flickered against his closed eyelids, slowly pulling him from the depths of sleep.

A faint twitch of his brow.

A slight shift of his fingers.

The world around him was stirring, but Lyrium remained still, caught in the last remnants of slumber.

After a few seconds, Lyrium’s eyelids fluttered slightly before slowly opening, revealing his sharp, crimson-red eyes.

The morning rays irritated him, but he didn’t sigh or groan—he simply blinked a few times, adjusting to the light.

Without any hesitation, he pushed himself up from the massive king-sized bed, his movements slow but fluid.

His white hair was slightly messy, strands falling over his forehead, but he didn’t seem to care.

Barefoot, he walked across the polished floor, his steps soundless in the vast room.

The luxurious surroundings meant little to him; they were just part of the academy’s ranking system.

Reaching the bathroom, he turned on the sink and grabbed his toothbrush.

As he brushed his teeth, he stared at his reflection in the mirror.

Crimson-red eyes stared back at him—calm, cold, unreadable.

Ding—!

[Quest completed Already]

[Quest: Survive Eugene Darcyroix]

[Completed]

[Reward had been sent]

As the familiar ding echoed in his mind, Lyrium didn’t hesitate.

With a mere thought, he summoned the system interface.

A translucent blue screen materialized in front of him, flickering slightly before stabilizing.

His crimson eyes scanned the text that appeared.

[System Log]

[Quest Completed Already]

[Quest: Survive Eugene Darcyroix]

[Status: Completed]

[Reward: Skill: ’Peek at you’ has been sent]

His gaze narrowed slightly at the reward description.

"Peek at you huh. What kind of skill is this?"

Usually, skills were clear—names, information, details.

But this one was vague, obscured.

The system wasn’t telling him outright what kind of skill he had received.

Curious, he navigated to his inventory, his fingers moving through the interface with practiced ease.

The moment he reached the rewards section, a new notification popped up.

[You have received: Skill: Peek At You]

[Would you like to reveal the reward now?]

Yes

No

Lyrium stared at the screen for a moment, then, without hesitation, he selected Yes.

Woosh—!

The system screen flickered out of existence, only to be replaced by a new, more refined interface.

Unlike before, this screen emitted a faint glow, intricate symbols weaving along its borders as if alive.

= = = = ={Holy System}= = = = =

->Name: Lyrium Blackwood

->Age: 16

->Race: Anomaly (You are an unknown entity in this world, an anomaly?!!)

->Level: 1/??

->EXP: 50/100

->Sage limit: Limitless

->Elements: Void [Creation], Lightning [Creation]

= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =

->Skill Passive: Unknown(§)[Lock]

->Skill: Ruler’s Loathing (1)↑

->Skill: Peek At You(1)↑

= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =

->Sword Arts: Two Heavens Style (1)↑, Odachi Stye (1)↑, The Orichin Style (1)↑

= = = = ={Attributes}= = = = =

->Strength: B+

->Speed: C

->Agility: C-

->Stamina: D-

->Durability: C-

->Instincts: C-

->Intelligence: A-

->Charm: E+

->Mana Points: 920/??

= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =

∆System Store

∆System Inventory

∆System Points

System Quest (0)

System Mail (0)

= = = = ={Holy System}= = = = =

As the glow of the System interface stabilized, Lyrium’s sharp crimson eyes darted across the screen, scanning his stats with a mix of curiosity and skepticism.

At first, everything seemed exactly the same.

His Strength, Speed, Agility, Intelligence—all untouched.

His Level? Still 1/??.

Even his skills and sword arts remained unchanged.

But then, his gaze landed on one small difference.

A difference so insignificant it made his eye twitch.

-> Mana Points: 920/?? (Previously 900/??)

Lyrium blinked.

He stared at the number for a few seconds, then exhaled through his nose, his tone utterly flat.

"Oh. I got 20 more mana points."

He wasn’t particularly excited.

Compared to everything else—the unknown rank cap, the "anomaly" race, the limitless sage potential—an extra 20 mana felt like throwing a bucket of water into an ocean.

But then, his gaze trailed lower.

And that’s when he saw it.

-> Charm: E+

He froze.

His fingers clenched.

His eye twitched again.

A deep, frustrated sigh left his lips before he muttered,

"And… fuckkkk. Still the same charm?!"

His voice echoed slightly in the grand room, but he didn’t care.

He slumped against the bathroom sink, running a hand through his white hair in disbelief.

"E+. E fucking plus. What does that even mean? Is it slightly better than E? Like… ’hey, you’re ugly, but at least you’re not repulsive?’"

He groaned, tilting his head back as he stared at the ceiling in defeat.

"No way. No way Eugene saw me fight, ranked me first, and I’m still stuck with an E+ in Charm? What, does being strong not count for anything? Should I start smiling more? Become a pretty boy protagonist or something?"

Silence.

Then, he slowly turned his head toward the mirror, narrowing his eyes at his own reflection.

His white hair was slightly messy, his crimson-red eyes still sharp and piercing.

His skin was flawless, his features well-defined.

Objectively speaking, he didn’t look bad at all.

Yet.

"E+…"

He muttered again, as if the more he said it, the more insulting it became.

With a sigh, he closed the interface with a flick of his fingers.

"Whatever. Not like I care about that anyway."

And yet, as he walked out of the bathroom, his mind still lingered on it.

Then, he step towards his closet and stood in front of it.

As the iron-clad, high-tech closet slid open with a smooth hiss, Lyrium’s gaze remained indifferent.

The sleek metallic interior revealed his neatly organized clothes, arranged by category through an advanced automated sorting system.

A soft, mechanical voice chimed in.

[Welcome, Lyrium Blackwood. Your wardrobe has been pre-arranged based on your previous selections.]

He barely acknowledged it.

He had already brought his clothes, uniforms, and essentials yesterday, right after leaving Alicia’s office.

After being assigned his personal dorm, he wasted no time sorting everything in place, ensuring he wouldn’t have to deal with unnecessary hassle later.

Now, as he stood before the holographic menu, the interface flickered to life.

[Closet Interface]

Academy Uniform (Daily Wear)

Training Gear (Combat Suit)

Casual Clothes (Everyday Wear)

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Formal Attire (Special Events)

Custom Loadout (Set Preferences)

With a lazy tap on Academy Uniform, the automated system whirred into action. Mechanical arms extended, swiftly retrieving his neatly folded dark, high-collared jacket with silver embroidery, black fitted trousers, and white undershirt before placing them onto an automated dressing stand.

His eyes lingered on the Deviants Academy insignia, golden threads glinting subtly under the room’s lighting.

"Hmph. At least they didn’t mess up my setup,"

He muttered.

Shaking off his thoughts, he grabbed the uniform and began getting dressed.

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.

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After nearly fifteen minutes of getting dressed—taking longer than he cared to admit—Lyrium finally adjusted the last button on his high-collared academy jacket.

He clicked his tongue in mild annoyance.

"Tch. Took longer than expected."

He slit up his phone from his pocket to check the time.

7:45 A.M.

His crimson eyes narrowed slightly.

"Only 15 minutes left."

With that, he walked toward his dorm’s automated exit doors, the sleek metal sliding open the moment he approached.

Just as the doors parted, revealing the brightly lit hallway beyond, he froze.

Standing right in front of him, hand raised mid-air, almost ready to press the doorbell, was a familiar figure.

A tall young man with long, red hair tied back into a single ponytail.

His sharp green eyes widened slightly in surprise before a grin formed on his face.

"Hey, mate! You ready for the first class?"

Ren asked, crossing his arms.

"Only 15 minutes left, damn."

Lyrium exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck.

"You’re early, huh."

Ren smirked.

"Nah, you’re just slow."

Lyrium rolled his eyes.

This guy was too energetic for the morning.

Without wasting another second, both Lyrium and Ren took off, their footsteps pounding against the polished stone pathway as they sprinted toward the main academy building.

The structure stood like a colossal fortress ahead of them, its sleek, high-tech design mixed with ancient gothic elements—a symbol of Deviants Academy’s prestige and history.

The sheer size of it made the dorm buildings look like mere annexes.

As they neared the massive glass entrance, the automated doors slid open seamlessly, allowing them inside.

The academy’s hallways were immaculate, lined with reinforced steel pillars and glowing, holographic signboards that directed students to their respective destinations.

The faint hum of mana-powered mechanisms ran through the air, blending with the murmurs of students filling the corridors.

Lyrium walked alongside Ren, taking in his surroundings while speaking casually.

"You said we’re in the same class, right?"

Ren nodded, his red ponytail swaying slightly as he walked.

"Yep."

"So… where exactly are we heading?"

Ren grinned, pointing ahead.

"To Class 1-C."

Without another word, he suddenly bolted forward, navigating through the academy’s hallways like he had memorized them.

Lyrium sighed but followed, his pace steady but controlled.

As they weaved through the maze-like corridors, they passed several other students—some engaged in quiet conversations, others reviewing holographic class schedules projected from their smart devices.

Eventually, they reached a long, dimly lit corridor, and at the end of it stood an imposing iron door.

It was large, sturdy, and clearly reinforced. Above it, an engraved iron-plated banner displayed bold, striking letters:

[Class 1-C]

Lyrium came to a slow stop, his crimson eyes studying the engraved words.

His fingers curled slightly at his sides.

’So, this is where everything officially begins.’

Ren exhaled sharply beside him, stretching his arms before turning to face Lyrium with his usual cocky grin.

"Well then, shall we?"

Without waiting for a response, he reached out and slid the iron door open with a heavy clang, revealing what lay beyond.

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I actually got some reviews and comments telling my about Lily’s affinity.. so to clear the confusion.. actually Lily has 2 affinity i.e, Wind and earth but I think i forgot to explain that part.. in the early chaps.. and Nope. It’s not bl. Idk why readers are asking if it is bl or not but.. I hate bl fr... And bout the personality in the banner of Lyrium. It was written Make him the FML of Silas... Idk who the tf write that but actually some reader are shipping them as well as Ren.