The Extra Who Shouldn't Exist novel Chapter 305

Chapter 305: Chapter 305 : Desire (2)

Alex’s voice echoed through the quiet room. "Looks like I have to change the question."

His grip tightened slightly on Charlotte’s shoulders as he leaned closer, eyes narrowing. "Who are you?"

Charlotte’s lips curled into a smirk. "Who do you think I am?"

"Don’t play word games with me," Alex said, patience thinning. "Just answer the damn question."

Charlotte giggled softly. "Why? You can do it, but I can’t? You were doing the exact same thing to me a few minutes ago, remember?"

She tilted her head, eyes glinting. "Gotta hand it to you, Alex. You really are something if you managed to drag *me* out."

"Don’t play games with—"

Before he could finish, Charlotte moved.

Her body twisted with fluid precision as she slipped out of his grip using a clean, practiced technique. In the same motion—

BAM!

Her fist slammed straight into Alex’s jaw.

His vision flashed white for an instant as he staggered back, boots scraping across the floor. He caught himself on the edge of the table, rubbing his jaw.

"Fuck... that hurt."

Charlotte didn’t give him a time to think.

She lunged, closing the distance in a blink, her heel arcing toward his ribs. This time Alex was ready—his arms snapped up, forearms crossing as the impact landed with a solid crack.

He absorbed it, boots sliding half an inch across the ground.

A slow exhale left him as his posture shifted—stance widening, eyes narrowing.

Charlotte spun—fast, fluid—but her dress snagged around her legs mid-motion. Her foot missed its mark, fabric wrapping around her like a stubborn leash.

She stopped just long enough to growl under her breath.

Then, in one smooth, vicious motion, she grabbed the hem and ripped a strip clean off, the sound sharp and loud in the meeting room.

Alex let out a low whistle. "Wow."

Her foot drove straight into his gut a heartbeat later.

Air rushed out of his lungs as he doubled forward slightly.

[ Focus, Host.]

"Yeah why dont you try fighting her without harming her," Alex snapped back in his mind, teeth gritted.

Charlotte didn’t stop. Punches and kicks rained down on him in a relentless barrage, each one faster and more precise than the last. Alex blocked and deflected as best he could—forearms, elbows, shins, shoulders taking the brunt of the blows.

Between movements he said, "The Charlotte I know is not this good at hand-to-hand combat."

He parried a jab and slid back from a sweeping kick. "And she’s definitely not strong enough to *hurt* me. It takes a lot of strength to make me feel anything, and I know exactly how strong Charlotte is."

"Then you don’t know her at all," Charlotte replied coldly.

Her leg whipped up in a high arc. Alex barely got both arms up in time, blocking the kick. The impact still drove him back, his heels skidding a half-step.

This time, Alex’s expression changed.

"Alright, that’s enough," he said firmly. "Stop. I don’t want to hurt Char."

The entity only smirked. "How cute. So that’s why you keep defending, hm? Even though she’s incompetent, she did at least one thing right while I was asleep."

Alex narrowed his eyes. "And what’s that?"

Charlotte’s smile widened. "Making friends with you."

The air shifted.

Without warning, the gravity in the room spiked. The floor cracked under the sudden pressure, fine lines splintering out from beneath Charlotte’s feet.

Alex’s knees almost buckled. His body felt like it had been wrapped in lead and pulled down.

[ Host, the gravity in this room has increased to twenty times normal. But your physique is already starting to adapt. You just need to survive a few seconds. ]

’You think I was *dancing* with her until now?’ Alex shot back mentally.

His movements turned heavy. He tried to step aside from Charlotte’s next kick, but the enhanced gravity dragged at his limbs. A punch slipped past his slowed guard and clipped his ribs. Another caught his shoulder.

He winced, forced backward, boots grinding against the floor.

Then, slowly, his muscles responded. Bones adjusted, aura flaring, his body starting to accommodate the oppressive weight.

Charlotte lunged in with another punch.

This time, Alex’s hand snapped up and caught her fist in a firm grip.

His eyes had gone completely serious. "I really didn’t want to hurt Char," he said. "But you’re making it very difficult."

Charlotte’s other hand shot up and clamped around the side of his head, fingers digging into his skull.

Instantly, Alex felt a crushing heaviness slam into his mind, like someone had dropped an iron cage around his thoughts.

[ Skill - Unyielding Will (B) has been activated to resist mind domination. ]

The pressure in his head eased as the skill took hold, his consciousness locking down behind an unbreakable barrier.

Charlotte’s brows furrowed when she saw no change in his eyes—no haze, no dullness.

"Interesting," she murmured. "You’re not affected at all."

Alex’s voice dropped. "What are you trying to do?"

Charlotte’s smile returned. "You wanted to know the truth, didn’t you? I was just about to show you."

"By dominating my mind?" Alex asked.

"Would you have let me in if I’d asked nicely?" she replied, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Alex didn’t answer.

Instead, he moved.

Using a quick shift of his weight and a precise twist of his hips, he broke her grip and stepped in close, hooking one of her legs and trapping one of her arms.

In a fluid motion, he turned her around and locked her into a firm hold—one arm behind her back, his other arm pinned across her chest, restricting her movement without crushing her.

Charlotte groaned in mock pain. "Whoa... seems you like it rough, huh?"

She chuckled, even as his grip tightened. "I haven’t even tried playing it rough yet."

She tilted her head back slightly. "Tell me, Alex... have you even played a single game yet?"

Realizing what she was implying, Alex’s face flushed just a bit. "W-Well, no, but that’s not the point—"

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