The Hidden Extra: The Lazy Prince Refuses to Ascend The Throne-Chapter 114: The Arrival of the Singularity of Light

As the sound echoed through the hall, conversations and laughter came to an abrupt halt.

Faces froze—some in shock, others in horror.

Instinctively, all eyes turned toward the main gate, where a middle-aged man stepped silently onto the carpet.

He was tall—around 1.85 meters—with a broad, muscular build. A golden robe draped over him, shimmering under the hall’s lights.

His expression was calm and indifferent, yet the aura around him was overwhelming—powerful and terrifying.

His golden eyes were sharp, piercing, as if they could rip the soul from anyone who dared meet his gaze.

His hair, also golden and cropped short at the ears, bore a striking resemblance to Adalen’s—if one looked closely.

With each step he took, the air in the hall grew heavier. The tension thickened. It felt as if invisible hands were gripping every chest, tightening with every passing moment.

"The Singularity of Light..." a viscount murmured, his voice trembling.

The Singularities stood at the very pinnacle of the world. They weren’t bound by rules—they were the ones who created them.

Thankfully, they rarely involved themselves in the politics of empires and kingdoms.

Had they chosen to interfere, not even Ragan—or the Great Velmora Empire backing him—could have held onto power for long.

The identities of the Singularities were generally kept secret—except for the Singularity of Light, the only one publicly known to hail from the Holy Empire of Valtanir.

He was the former Holy Emperor—and the father of the current one.

In terms of power, few could rival the Great Velmora Empire, which many saw as the dominant force on the continent.

That answer wasn’t entirely wrong—but it was only true on paper.

If the Singularity of Light chose to intervene, then the real supreme power in this world was none other than the Holy Empire of Valtanir.

"The Singularity of Light..."

Orlan and Rudy narrowed their eyes, caution evident in their expressions.

Having pledged support to Elina, they naturally viewed this formidable figure with wariness.

After all, he was Adalen’s main backer in the battle for the throne—and his influence was far too great to ignore.

Nor was the tension limited to them—Jason Malvain, Alvaron Austin, and Albert Valcrest, who stood beside Ragan, were just as wary... and visibly uneasy.

They were men who had long stood at the pinnacle of power—yet now, in the presence of the Singularity of Light’s overwhelming aura, they were reminded of their own weakness... just like in the past.

So... powerful, Jason muttered through clenched teeth and trembling fists.

The sheer weight of his presence felt like the Grim Reaper looming just behind him.

So this... is the one who stands at the top of the world? Roswell whispered, furrowing his brow.

His eyes—usually closed—had opened slightly, revealing a sharp glint of unease.

"The Singularity of Light?"

Aldric, Cedric, Zarak, Cassian, and even Elina widened their eyes in shock as fear swept across their faces.

Unlike when they had previously faced the Singularity of Chaos, this time the Singularity of Light stood just a few steps away. Its overwhelming aura made their bodies tremble with dread.

Only Adalen looked thrilled—his face lit up with joy and anticipation.

Hahaha! I didn’t expect you all to look so scared, he muttered, laughing inwardly.

A cruel glint flickered in his eyes as he locked onto Elina. Just wait... You’re going to suffer at this party, Elina. Did you really think you were the only one with a Singularity behind you? Well, I have one too—and he’s my grandfather.

As he recalled the humiliation and pain he had endured, Adalen’s fury flared once more. freewebnσvel.cøm

He had been confined to the infirmary for days before finally being moved to his room.

His image and influence among the noble circles had crumbled, leaving him far behind Aldric, Cedric, and even Elina.

That’s why, with his grandfather’s sudden appearance at this party, he hoped to reclaim the support of the noble family heads—and use that momentum to corner Elina, leaving her powerless.

With that, his revenge would be complete. Elina would be ruined—and lose everything.

In his mind, it was a perfect strike—two birds with one stone.

The Singularity of Light... He really is just as the rumors described.

Evalyn drew a deep breath, steadying herself as the shock roiled within her.

As a swordmaster, she could detect the faint trace of sword aura clinging to the man—subtle, but razor-sharp.

Although tightly suppressed, it continued to emit a silent threat that couldn’t be ignored.

Even the Divine Sword of Luminus within her seemed to tremble—as if it, too, feared the man’s presence.

The sword that once struck down the Demon Emperor had always been proud and arrogant. Yet now, for the first time, Evalyn saw it falter.

That alone was enough to suggest that the power of the Singularity of Light might even surpass her ancestor—the Transcendent—who had once wielded the Divine Sword of Luminus.

The Singularity of Light, huh? That guy’s seriously terrifying... Rafine muttered, narrowing her eyes.

She had once dismissed the Singularities as overhyped legends—figures whose strength was inflated by rumor and awe.

But that belief began to crack the moment she heard of the catastrophe-level dragon slain in the Duke of Valcrest’s territory.

Only then did she start to accept that the Singularities might truly wield terrifying power.

And now, standing before one of them, she didn’t need any more convincing—just looking at him sent chills down her spine.

Then, suddenly, a memory surfaced, and her eyes widened.

"Your Highness, this is dangerous!" She cried in panic, clutching Nolan’s hand tightly. "During the last succession announcement, Prince Adalen was defeated by the Singularity of Chaos. It’s not unthinkable that the Singularity of Light might try to avenge him—through Princess Elina!"

The shameful incident that had befallen Adalen had spread throughout the Empire. Naturally, Rafine was among those who knew the details.

That was why she now feared that Elina might suffer a similar fate—crushed by the Singularity of Light, just as Adalen had been.

But to her surprise, Nolan remained calm and composed. He merely shook his head and let out a soft chuckle.

"I appreciate your concern, but it’s unnecessary. That old man won’t act directly—at least, not yet."

Without waiting for her response, Nolan gently pulled his hand from Rafine’s grasp, slipped it into his pocket, and walked into the hall.

Rafine stood frozen in stunned silence. A moment later, she snapped out of it and quickly hurried after him.

Meanwhile, the Singularity of Light stepped beside Ragan and offered a faint smile.

"Happy birthday, Your Majesty," he said politely.

Ragan returned the smile and replied, "Thank you, Father-in-law. Did you come alone?"

"Yes," the Singularity of Light replied with a slight nod. "Daniel is very busy. He asked me to convey his apologies and hopes you won’t take offense at his absence."

The Daniel he referred to was none other than the Holy Emperor of the Holy Empire of Valtanir—the man Ragan despised most.

"It’s fine. I don’t mind," Ragan said calmly, showing no sign of displeasure.

After a brief exchange of formalities, the Singularity of Light presented a golden box—a gift from him.

Ragan received it politely, then handed it to Roswell without a word.

Saying nothing further, the Singularity of Light turned and walked toward the far side of the hall.

The guests looked on in surprise. Many had expected some sort of confrontation between him and Elina—but clearly, they had misread the situation.

Only Ragan and Roswell seemed to grasp the meaning behind his composed demeanor.

Let’s hope it’s just my imagination, Ragan murmured quietly.

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