The Nameless Extra: I Proofread This World

After dinner and a swift bath, Ruvian sat on his bed, dragging a towel through his damp hair. Weariness settled over him like a heavy rock.

It had been a long day, too long.

He couldn’t remember the last time his mind had worked this hard, turning endlessly from dawn to dusk. Certainly, he needed to learn more about the [Editorial Skills], and he needed to rebuild his plan around it.

’But not tonight.’

Sadly, he couldn’t push himself anymore. Drowsiness was pulling him, insistently and inevitably. Even so, before surrendering to the dark, he reconsidered a final thought in his mind.

’Firstly, Zian’s expulsion needs to happen the same way, but earlier, if that guy lingered too long, his family would be gone. I’ll have to accompany his journey by using the temporary absence from the academy to help him out.’

’And secondly, I need to grow stronger, if possible, even before the orientation week ended.’

It was the hardest of the two. OG Ruvian was not a mage, just an ordinary boy. And this world was full of lurking dangers. It’s not easy for an extra like him to get stronger with minimal risks.

But the world’s structure, its tangled web of power and magic, he had read a lot about them. That should give him an edge.

’And most importantly, I need to somehow... get in contact with her, too.’

He quietly yawned.

His thoughts blurred, the weight of exhaustion finally dragging him, fading into the hush of the night.

Sometimes, at midnight, the door to his room eased open with a whisper of wood against its frame. A shadow slipped inside, moving gracefully.

The blanket had slipped halfway off, tangled in the restless sprawl of sleep. Ruvian’s posture was anything but proper; even his arm was flung out.

A faint sigh stirred the air.

”You have been working so hard again, you precious boy.”

Then, gentle hands moved with a practiced care, adjusting his position, pulling the blanket back up, tucking it in place.

For a long moment, she simply stood there, watching her son. ”You always give your all to become a great magus, don’t you?”

A soft smile touched her face.

”I pray that one day... you will achieve your dream.”

Avina switched off the light.

”Good night, dear.”

The door clicked shut behind her, leaving the steady rhythm of Ruvian’s breathing.

Suddenly, while he was deep asleep.

[Inconceivable deviation to the story has occured!]

[You have been awarded +5000 Plot Points]

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The morning light crept in through the window, slanting across the modest wooden floorboards. It caught the thin steam still rising from Ruvian’s skin, tracing his collarbone, gliding over his bare neck.

His damped, tousled dark hair swept casually to the side, holding the remaining traces of freshness from his warm bath.

He had woken up early, even before the rooster’s call, and gone through a short round of physical exercises before taking a bath.

He needed to start training his body properly now. The sooner he adapted to this new body, the better.

Now dressed and toweling his hair without much thought, Ruvian stood by the window of his small room.

He was not looking outside, no, his eyes were fixed on the sapphire grimoire floating in the corner of his vision that was visible only to him.

’Did something happen while I was asleep?’

The sudden spike in his [Plot Points] was still bothering him.

”Is it a starter pack?”

Despite asking that aloud, the system didn’t reply this time. It was bothering him quite a lot, but he couldn’t waste too much time this morning. He will have to inspect that later.

He put the towel aside, finished buttoning his shirt, and lowered himself onto the wooden floor. Sitting cross-legged, he exhaled slowly as he gathered his thoughts.

”I still have around 13 days left before my enrollment. Plenty of time, but I don’t think I can overhaul my entire physical form in just that period of time. Still... I should at least get myself into the best shape I can.”

He knew the limits of the body he had inherited, but he also knew where effort began. And for now, this was where his effort needed to go.

There were a few ways to increase one’s physical stats. Daily physical routines and proper training were the most basic.

Mana cultivation could strengthen the body as well, and there were consumables that aided growth.

Raising one’s Spellcore to the next tier also played a part.

But out of all those options, the only things truly accessible to him right now were the everyday exercises and simple training.

Technically, he could attempt mana cultivation too, but with the knowledge the OG Ruvian left behind, it would not do much.

All he had was the [Basic Mana Circulation], the weakest of the seven known Mana Cultivation Techniques.

He knew the names of the others, their ranks, and their general effects, but knowing about them was not the same as knowing how to perform them.

The author had never bothered to describe the details properly, leaving him with knowledge that was broad but not usable.

Even so, he might as well train with whatever he had. It was not ideal, but it was something.

”Alright, about my next course of action...” he said quietly.

He sat at the edge of his bed, fingers intertwined as his gaze sank toward the floorboards.

”How should I approach her?”

The person he was referring to was Silvena D’Elvoire.

She was not a figure he could approach without caution. As the only daughter of the D’Elvoire Merchant House, her future had been outlined for her a long time ago.

The D’Elvoires had begun as a simple trading family nearly a century ago, transporting fabric and livestock between small towns.

When maritime routes opened, and land caravans became safer, they expanded into spices, medicinal herbs, chemical reagents, and the refined glass used by royal alchemists.

The D’Elvoires family understood early that trade was not only about goods but about relationships, so they cultivated trust with noble households and offered reliability to the crown during shortages and crises.

By the time Silvena was born, the merchant house had become one of the kingdom’s most dependable economic pillars. Their name was spoken frequently in royal courts whenever matters of finance or supply arose.

Having such thoughts about the D’Elvoires, Ruvian was unable to stop his mind from wandering.

’Isn’t it great to be born rich?’

Yet just as quickly the thought came, a memory from his previous life followed. He had been born into wealth once, too, and it had not brought the comfort or certainty others assumed it would.

Riches, he learned, did not guarantee happiness in his previous life.

But what about in this life?

Surely, things would be different.

If fortune truly favored him here, being rich might give him the means to survive, to prepare, to stand before the coming calamity.

And if there was any family whose wealth could offer such protection, it was the D’Elvoires.

Ruvian lifted his gaze.

The candlelight reflected in his eyes, a tired crease outlined at the corners.

From the author’s footnotes, Silvena’s first mention came when she visited Evermere Plaza a few weeks before enrolling in Wellencrest Academy.

She was here for one purpose... a business trip.

Yet during her stay, she heard rumors of a criminal group that preyed on travelers in Natoris Town. They drugged their victims, robbed them, and afterward invoked the D’Elvoire name to gain trust from the next.

It was a violation more serious than simple theft. A false association that damaged a merchant house’s foundation!

So, Silvena chose to investigate in person while under disguise.

She visited Evermere Plaza quietly and stayed near a local establishment known as [Café Delaciel].

Tomorrow would be her last day in the town.

And according to the footnotes, today would be the day she discovered the culprit.

’Too bad I can’t use the [Omniscient Review] skill yet.’

Ruvian had tested, but the skill seemed to be unavailable for use for anything that related to the Prologue stage, but he can still revise from the beginning of the story and to the recent Chapters he had read.

Ruvian’s eyes drifted toward the door as he reached up to adjust the collar of his shirt.

”Actually, there is certainly an easy way to make more money.”

A subtle smile played on his lips.

’In order to become rich, you need to make acquaintances with those who are already rich.’

That was his ideal plan to make money in this world.

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[Chapter 12: Inconceivable Deviation]