Novel's Extra: The Lost Heir of Dragon Queen-Chapter 101: The Art of Scoring Without Studying

POV: Marcus

The hallway was dimly lit, the faint sound of students murmuring in their rooms as they desperately crammed for the midterms.

Marcus walked casually toward his room, hands in his pockets, a smirk on his face.

"I am fully prepared for the exam. That's great."

He muttered to himself, but it wasn't because he had studied.

Oh no, studying was for fools who didn't understand how to manipulate their surroundings.

There were only two ways to score high marks in an exam.

The first method was the hard way—study all day, memorize formulas, practice essays, drown yourself in books.

"That's not my type."

The second method?

"Study less… and distract others."

Marcus' smirk widened as he turned a corner, finding Ren waiting for him outside his room.

"You got them?" Marcus asked.

Ren, holding a thick stack of papers, grinned. "Oh yeah. High-quality, too."

Marcus took a quick peek. "Tch. 18+ illustrations, huh? Perfect."

He patted Ren's shoulder. "Alright, you know the drill. One in each room. Let the chaos unfold."

Ren nodded and got to work.

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With a practiced motion, he slipped a paper under each door as they walked down the corridor.

Some were carefully placed on desks, others tucked under textbooks—strategically positioned so that the moment someone picked up their notes, they'd be greeted by… well, a very distracting sight.

After a few minutes, they reached the end of the hallway.

Ren dusted his hands off. "All done."

Marcus crossed his arms and admired their work. "Good. By the time people find these, it'll be too late to focus on studying."

He stretched, feeling satisfied with his genius plan. "Alright, let's head back and actually study now."

Ren nodded. "Yeah, yeah. Let's—"

He paused.

His vision blurred slightly. His head felt... heavy.

"What the—"

His knees buckled, and he stumbled, catching himself against the wall.

Marcus watched, unfazed. "Ah, looks like it's kicking in."

Ren's eyes widened in realization. "You… you fucker. What did you do?"

Marcus shrugged, casually taking a sip from his own water bottle. "I added sleeping pills to your water."

Ren's body slowly sagged against the wall as his strength left him. "You… you're actually insane."

Marcus crouched down, placing a hand on Ren's shoulder. "Relax, man. You need rest. Good sleep is essential before an exam."

Ren tried to lift his arm, probably to strangle him, but he was too weak. His vision darkened.

"You'll… die for this…" Ren muttered before finally passing out.

Marcus chuckled, patting Ren's unconscious form.

"Sweet dreams, buddy."

Then he stood up, stretching once more.

"Now, time to study. For real this time."

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Marcus sat down in the exam hall, stretching his arms as he cracked his knuckles.

The air was heavy with tension.

Students all around him were clutching their pens, flipping through last-minute notes, whispering formulas under their breath.

Marcus?

He was calm. Confident. He had pulled off his perfect plan.

Half the students had been too busy appreciating the "study materials" he had provided, and Ren was down for the count. That meant he only had to do just enough to scrape by.

Piece of cake.

"Alright, you may begin," Serena's voice echoed through the room as the exam papers were placed in front of them.

Marcus flipped his over.

…

What the hell is this?

His smirk vanished instantly.

He read the first question.

Then he read it again.

Then a third time, slower.

His face twitched.

"Wait, wait, hold on—this was in the syllabus?"

His brain went into overdrive.

He skimmed through the rest of the paper, flipping through pages like he was hoping to find an easier section.

"What the hell is this?!"

None of this looked familiar.

Not a single question.

It was like he had walked into the wrong exam.

His hands clenched the paper, his face slowly turning pale.

"This… This wasn't in the notes! I swear I didn't see this in class!"

He looked up, desperately seeking help from the universe.

That's when his eyes landed on Ren.

Ren, who was sitting there, head down, writing at lightning speed.

His pen practically tore through the paper as he smoothly filled in answer after answer.

His face was relaxed, confident, as if this was the easiest test of his life.

Marcus' eye twitched.

"You… you fucking liar."

Ren wasn't supposed to be this prepared.

He was the guy Marcus counted on to suffer with him.

Marcus clenched his fist.

Betrayal. He had been betrayed.

He tore his eyes away from Ren, refusing to watch that traitor any longer.

Then his gaze fell on Kael.

Kael, who had been sitting completely still for the past five minutes.

Kael, whose pen hadn't moved an inch.

Kael, who was staring blankly at his paper as if it was written in an ancient, unknown language.

A smirk tugged at Marcus' lips.

"At least someone is like me."

Kael's face was frozen in horror, his eyes slightly wide, his lips pressed into a thin line.

It was the face of a man who had just realized he was absolutely screwed.

Marcus leaned back in his chair, sighing in relief.

"Misery loves company."

Now, the only thing left was to figure out how to get at least one answer right before time ran out.

[POV: Arkon Leather]

The dimly lit alleyway carried the scent of damp stone and lingering smoke.

Arkon stood tall, his sharp gaze fixed on the man before him.

"So you were here, traitor." Arkon said.

At Arkon's words, the man raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence.

"Traitor? Me? No way. I was just enjoying my life." His tone was light, almost amused. "And in what way do you mean 'traitor'? You wound me, Arkon."

Arkon's fists tightened at his sides.

"No, I don't mean it in some righteous, moral sense. To be honest, I respect the way you are." He took a step forward, voice steady, unwavering. "But there's one thing I can't overlook. Because of you, nearly a hundred people died."

The smirk on the man's face didn't falter, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes—amusement? Indifference?

Arkon continued, his voice heavy.

"I'm not some kind of hero who's here to punish you. I don't care about justice or vengeance." He exhaled sharply.

"But among those hundred, there was one person—one friend. And his family."

For the first time, the man's smirk slightly faded.

Arkon took another step forward, closing the distance between them. "I didn't come here for revenge. I came to remind you of your place."

His hand shot forward.

A sharp crack echoed through the alley as his palm met the man's cheek.

The man's head tilted slightly from the impact, but he didn't react.

He simply licked his lips, then chuckled.

"You will die at this rate Arkon," Man said.

"Heh. Let's see who comes to save you now." Arkon muttered, his voice cold.