The Extra's Rise - Chapter 553

Chapter 553: An Ice Flower (8)
Was I nervous about what I was about to do?

Yes. Beyond nervous. My heartbeat thundered in my ears like the drums of war, but I forced it down, burying it beneath the steady resolve I’d honed over years of trials. This wasn’t just for me—it was for Mount Hua Sect. For Seraphina. For humanity itself.

There was no room for hesitation.

I stepped forward, each movement deliberate as Mo Zenith’s presence loomed over me, a palpable force that seemed to weigh down the very air around us. The pressure was suffocating, a manifestation of his Radiant-rank strength that pressed against my soul like the weight of mountains. For most below the Wall, it would have been crushing, forcing them to their knees in abject surrender.

But I was beyond that now.

I had not yet scaled the Wall to reach Ascendant-rank, but my strength stood above it nonetheless. And if Mo Zenith expected me to falter, he would be sorely disappointed.

“What kind of deal?” he asked, his voice sharp and cold as a blade drawn in winter. His silver gaze pinned me in place, a test of my will as much as his words were a challenge to my courage.

I drew a breath, steadying myself against the storm of his attention. The moment stretched unbearably, but finally, I spoke with conviction that surprised even me. “I will elevate the Grade 6 art of Mount Hua Sect by creating a fifth movement.”

The world seemed to twist and bend around me, the weight of my audacity crashing down like a tidal wave. The very air bristled with latent power, and for a moment, it felt as though reality itself held its breath.

Then it came—a sword. A massive, phantom blade that descended from the heavens, sharp and merciless, a projection of Mo Zenith’s killing intent made manifest. It was not just a threat but a judgment, honed by countless battles and tempered in the crucible of his experience as one of humanity’s greatest warriors. The sword’s edge bore down on me, a promise of death should I falter or prove unworthy.

Luna stirred within me, her presence flickering like a flame sensing mortal danger. She nearly emerged, her instinct to protect me overwhelming her usual restraint. But I held her back with iron will, refusing to show weakness. This was my battle, my stand to make.

I did not move. Sweat beaded on my brow and trickled down my cheek, but I remained still, my face impassive as stone. The phantom sword struck, crashing into me with the weight of worlds—but it did not break me. I stood, unyielding, as his killing intent coiled around me like living serpents, testing, probing, searching for any crack in my resolve.

And then it was gone, dissipating as swiftly as it had come.

Mo Zenith’s lips curled into a sardonic smile, his eyes narrowing with something that might have been approval or contempt. “How daring, boy,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “Do you think that just because my daughter likes you, I won’t kill you where you stand?”

His words carried the weight of absolute authority, a ruler in his own right who commanded respect through power that few could comprehend. Despite everything, I could not deny the truth of his strength. In this moment, I was still far from his level. If he wished, he could end me with a casual gesture, my boldness nothing more than an amusing insult to his station.

But I met his gaze with unwavering determination. This wasn’t about pride, nor was it about youthful defiance. It was necessity—an act born of desperation and unshakeable hope for the future.

Mo Zenith studied me for a long moment, then spoke with quiet intensity. “Your master, Magnus—he reached the heights of high Radiant-rank before his death. I knew him, boy. I witnessed his power firsthand.” His silver eyes seemed to pierce through me. “Magnus could reshape battlefields with a thought, command the very elements to his will, stand against armies and emerge victorious. He was the closest thing to a demigod walking among mortals.”

The mention of my master sent a pang through my chest, memories of Magnus’s incredible abilities flooding back. The way he could manipulate reality itself, how his presence alone could turn the tide of wars, the absolute authority he wielded over magical forces that lesser mages couldn’t even comprehend.

“Even after witnessing that level of power,” Mo continued, his voice carrying the weight of experience, “even after Magnus himself demonstrated what it means to transcend mortal limitations and approach the realm of gods—do you still believe you can surpass that? Do you truly think you can climb higher than a man who stood among the greatest in human history?”

The question hung in the air like a blade poised to fall. This was the crux of it—not just whether I believed I could grow strong, but whether I could surpass someone who had already achieved the seemingly impossible.

“Currently, I am too weak to even hope to accomplish something like this,” I admitted, my voice steady despite the magnitude of what I was claiming. Honesty was not weakness here; it was the foundation upon which audacious promises were built. “But yes—I will surpass Magnus. I will surpass everyone.”

Mo Zenith’s eyes widened, the faintest flicker of genuine surprise breaking through his usually impenetrable facade. He had not expected such absolute conviction, such unwavering certainty in the face of what seemed impossible.

“I will not just be the Paragon of humanity in this generation,” I continued, my voice growing stronger with each word. “I will become the Second Hero in the history of this world. I will reach heights that even Magnus could only dream of, and I will use that power to protect everything that matters.”

The declaration echoed in the mist around us, carrying weight that seemed to bend reality itself. Mo Zenith stared at me with an expression I couldn’t quite read—part incredulity, part calculation, part something that might have been awe.

“The Second Hero,” he repeated slowly, tasting the words. “You understand what you’re claiming? The First Hero reshaped the very foundations of this world, established the systems of power that govern all magical advancement, created legends that have endured for millennia. You’re saying you will equal that?”

“I’m saying I will surpass it,” I replied without hesitation. “Magnus showed me what was possible at the peak of Radiant-rank. But there are heights beyond even that—realms of power that no human has ever truly explored. I will be the one to claim them.”

Mo regarded me for a long moment, his expression unreadable, his silence as heavy as the evening mist swirling around us. When he finally spoke, his voice carried a strange mixture of skepticism and intrigue. “What do you want in return for this… extraordinary promise?”

I paused, considering his words carefully. The temptation to demand something grand, something fitting of this monumental vow, was strong. But I knew what mattered most—what would truly serve both Mount Hua and my own goals.

“Tell your daughter you love her,” I said simply.

His reaction was subtle but unmistakable—a twitch of his brow, a tightening of his jaw, but in Mo Zenith’s controlled language, it was as if I had struck him physically. “She already knows that,” he said, his voice edged with defensive uncertainty.

“No, she doesn’t,” I replied, shaking my head with quiet conviction. “Seraphina loves you deeply, but she believes you see her as a disappointment. She thinks your expectations are impossible to meet, that your approval is forever beyond her reach. Change her mind. Spend time with her. Show her love openly. Praise her achievements. Be the father she needs, not just the sect leader she serves.”

Mo’s lips parted as if to retort, but no words came. For all his power, all his mastery of martial arts and leadership, he stood there momentarily disarmed. His shoulders, so often squared with the weight of his duties as both father and ruler, seemed to sag under the enormity of my simple request.

“That is all you want?” he asked at last, his voice unsteady, cracking like the surface of ancient ice. It was not a question born of disbelief but of something deeper—a tremor of vulnerability rarely shown by a man of his stature. I could see it in his eyes, the desperate desire to ask what I meant, to deny that Seraphina doubted his love. But his pride, his ingrained habits of authority, held him back.

“No,” I said quietly, pressing forward while his defenses were lowered. “Pay more attention to the sect itself.”

Mo’s brows furrowed, the steel returning to his gaze. “You dare lecture me on how to lead Mount Hua?”

“I do,” I said, meeting his glare with calm defiance that surprised us both. “Stop chasing the Martial King’s shadow. You cannot measure the worth of Mount Hua by comparing it to his legendary achievements. The sect has its own path, its own potential for greatness.”

I stepped closer, my voice carrying the conviction of absolute certainty. “Trust me. I will swear it on my mana, bind it to my very soul if needed: I will take the plum blossoms of Mount Hua and make them bloom brighter than the Martial King’s swordsmanship ever could. Under my guidance, this sect will achieve heights that surpass even the legends of old.”

The silence that followed was deafening. Mo’s presence loomed like an approaching storm, but I stood firm, my words resonating in the charged air between us. This was not mere negotiation—it was a turning point that would reshape the future of Mount Hua, perhaps the future of the martial world itself.

At last, Mo Zenith nodded, a gesture as reluctant as it was resolute. “You are either the greatest fool I’ve ever encountered,” he said slowly, “or the most audacious genius in human history.”

“Perhaps both,” I replied, allowing a faint smile to touch my lips. “But I am also someone who keeps his promises.”

For a moment, Mo said nothing, his gaze distant as he processed the implications of what had just transpired. Then he turned, the faintest sigh escaping him as he began to walk away, his steps slow and deliberate. He did not explicitly agree to my terms, but I knew the seed had been planted in fertile ground.

As the mist thickened around me, I stood alone with my resolve unshaken. This was only the beginning of a journey that would test every limit of human potential. The road ahead would be treacherous beyond imagination, but the path was clear.

And I would walk it, no matter the cost, until I stood where even Magnus had never dared to dream of reaching.