The Extra Who Shouldn't Exist novel Chapter 300

Chapter 300: Chapter 300 : Responsibility (1)

Soon, news spread like wildfire across the entire Avaloria Empire.

A new king had ascended the throne.

The common people, who didn’t even know who it was yet, still let out a collective sigh of relief. In these brutal times, they needed a ruler more than anything—someone to stabilize the empire and calm the unrest boiling in every city, town, and village.

Yet deep down, everyone knew one simple truth.

Whoever took that throne would never match the former king.

Edward Evans Avaloria.

A monarch-rank powerhouse and the strongest in the empire’s history. But to the people, he had been more than just a king—he was their symbol of peace. The man who not only protected them from foreign threats, but watched over Avaloria as if it were his own child.

Now that symbol was gone.

In his place were left his three children... and the people knew none of them were worthy.

Joseph was trash—a spoiled prince who thought only of wine and pleasure.

Lucas always put his own gain above the people’s suffering.

And Charlotte, though kind, had shown no visible achievements that would make her fit to be queen in the eyes of the masses.

If they could choose, they would have picked Serena—Edward’s sister.

But Serena had publicly refused all claim to the throne.

That announcement had disappointed the public more than anyone could measure.

The empire’s economy was crumbling—something that had never happened under Edward’s reign. Diplomatic relations were collapsing, as neighboring nations refused to aid a sinking ship. Hunger was weaving its way into homes as supplies dwindled.

Meanwhile, the nobles and the rich had already written Avaloria off as doomed. They hoarded money and resources, preparing to flee to safer nations at the first chance.

For commoners, this was the darkest time of their lives.

They knew they were losing the war. Most of the southern territories were already gone—devoured by unknown enemy forces.

And yet, in the midst of despair, they clung to one small comfort:

Whoever ascended the throne would at least *try* to do something about it.

Probably.

In just three months, their lives had taken a complete 180-degree turn. Hope wasn’t just a wish anymore; it had become desperation. It had been too long without a king, and seeds of rebellion had already begun to sprout in the shadows.

Then, one day—

All over Avaloria, massive holographic screens materialized in the sky, floating over cities, towns, and even remote villages.

People stopped what they were doing and looked up, hearts pounding.

They were about to see their next hope... or the face of their doom.

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In those gigantic holographic screens, the image that appeared was something no one could have imagined.

Inside the projection, a silver-haired boy—barely seventeen—was sitting stylishly on the former King Edward’s throne.

For a moment, the people thought their eyes were deceiving them.

Some rubbed their faces. Others blinked repeatedly.

Then, from somewhere deep in a crowded street, a voice shouted, "Wait! I know him! That’s the guy who killed that dark god’s avatar—Kyle—and saved us from the cult!"

Another cried out, "He’s alive...?! I thought he died in that explosion!"

Murmurs spread through the crowds like fire.

Alex Dragonheart.

Most of Avaloria already knew his name. The "monster," the "hero," the "madman"—stories about him had become common tavern tales.

But what they didn’t understand now was simple:

Why was he sitting on the throne?

Everyone held their breath as the silver-haired figure in the projection smiled slightly, as if he could hear their thoughts.

They waited for him to speak.

---- 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

In the throne room, Alex lounged comfortably on Edward’s throne. All over Avaloria, countless holographic screens hung in the air like translucent banners, each one showing him from the waist up.

Through them, Alex could also see the crowds—plazas packed with people, streets filled with merchants, soldiers, farmers, children—all staring at him with anxious eyes.

He straightened a bit in the seat.

"Hi, folks of Avaloria," he said lightly. "The name is... Alex Dragonheart."

A small ripple passed through the crowds. Many nodded—they already knew.

"But I’m sure most of you knew that already," he continued. "So let’s keep this short. I believe in results more than long speeches."

He leaned forward slightly.

"Three months ago," Alex said, voice turning solemn, "our beloved and honorable King Edward passed away. He gave his life to protect this empire and its people from the cult."

He looked down for a moment.

"His name will forever be etched in our hearts as the Hero King of Avaloria."

Alex rose from the throne.

He brought his right fist to his heart and bowed his head slightly in salute.

The image of him doing so was projected across every holographic screen.

For a heartbeat, no one moved.

Then, one by one, the people of Avaloria copied him. In streets, alleys, farms, and markets, men and women, old and young, soldiers and beggars all pressed their fists to their chests and bowed their heads.

"To the Hero King!" someone shouted.

"To the Hero King!" countless voices echoed.

The chant rose like a wave.

"To the Hero King!"

"To the Hero King!"

For a full minute, Avaloria stood in unified silence, honoring the man who had once been its shield.

After that minute of silence, Alex lifted his head again and sat back down on the throne.

"Now," he said, a faint smile on his lips, "I’m sure all of you are wondering the same thing."

He paused.

"Why am I the one sitting here?"

He dramatically wiped the corner of his eyes with his fingers, pretending to sniffle. "After what happened, our wise and heroic king saw this coming. He knew we would need a new ruler soon. And as a genius ruler, he understood that his children... still lack experience and strength to carry the weight of a king."

Alex sighed theatrically. "He often told me how I was his favorite person in all of Avaloria. His face would always light up whenever he saw me."

Behind the throne, Alden, standing guard, coughed loudly.

"COUGH... COUGH..."

In Alex’s ear, from the small device he wore, Alden’s amused voice came through. "If Uncle Edward could hear you right now, he’d crawl out of his coffin, you bastard."

Alex’s mouth twitched. He shot Alden a lethal side-eye.

Alden struggled not to burst out laughing.

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