Coin’s Edge: Reincarnated as a Extra

"Quickly! My skill coin's found something!" a young boy shouted urgently, sprinting ahead through the huge trees around them.

"Fuck! Help me! It bit my leg!" another noble screamed in panic, calling out for someone to save him—but no one came.

His face twisted with terror and agony until he fainted and collapsed, becoming a feast for the beasts chasing behind.

His life ended so pointlessly. He never thought that would be his fate. Yesterday, he was still sitting on a chair in the academy, and now… he was dead.

It was just unfair—for him and for many other unlucky students.

"Damn it… best of luck!" one noble muttered to his comrades helplessly before running for his life, following the trail of others who had just found something that might save them.

They kept running, weaving through the towering trees, ignoring the desperate screams of other students meeting the same fate.

Finally, their eyes lit up as they spotted open land ahead that seemed safe.

They rushed in, but the moment they crossed the boundary, their bodies lost all control—something hit them like invisible bullets.

"F-Fuck…"

They collapsed, passing out with countless questions swirling in their minds.

How? Why? Were they really going to die?

Of course, they would die. They couldn't overcome this part of the exam. Their fate was to stay here forever—fertilizer for the beasts.

In theory, the emperor could destroy this world created by the Artifact, but it was already too late. Unless a Mythic-rank Individual stepped in to save them—which was impossible. Those people had vanished from this world long ago, busy with problems only they could handle.

As the two poor boys lay unconscious, a shadow man appeared, rushing toward them. He glanced around carefully, then searched their clothes for a badge.

"Ting!"

"Ting!"

"Ting!"

—Updating ranks—

1: Adele, Violet, Eric

2: Dean, Meskill, Bond

3: Andrus, Milo, Lamb

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11: Aileen, Houle, Jeff

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12: Clive, Tom, Bill

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20: Hector, Bam, Tyrone

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Hector glanced at the screen ahead, checking both their rank and Violet's. Then, his eyes shifted down to assess the opponents below.

"Everything seems to be going fine."

Tyrone and Bam nodded.

"Yeah, but… it looks like fewer teams are showing up here. So our rank isn't going up as much as I expected."

Hector nodded and shared his thoughts.

"There are some safe zones. If they stay there, we can't take their points."

"What?" Tyrone was startled. "So you mean our fate depends on luck?"

Hector didn't deny it—he just shrugged.

"Half true. But don't worry. Freddie said a lot of noble teams are wandering around here, so we just wait. Besides, we're still better off than those poor guys outside the safe zones."

Even though Hector tried to calm them down, he couldn't shake off a bit of unease. Tyrone wasn't wrong—having their fate depend on luck was a discomforting thought, especially since Hector had experienced it firsthand with his lucky coin.

Then, all of a sudden, Tyrone froze for a moment before grinning, licking his lips. Prey was coming, and he couldn't hide his excitement.

"Get ready… I smell blood. It's thick, really thick."

Bam's shadow falcon scanned the massive forest before vanishing back into the sky.

"They seem strong. Be careful. Might be Class A students."

"You mean… they've got a lot of points?" Tyrone smirked, leaping onto a rock as his body began shifting into a wolf-man.

His joints cracked nonstop until they settled. His head and limbs morphed into parts of an actual wolf. He sharpened his senses on the prey ahead, who were still hidden behind the trees, not yet revealing themselves.

"You're right. They look tough. I hate them."

The heavy stench of blood Tyrone caught wasn't from wounds on their prey—but from the prey's enemies.

Three men, one woman.

All armed head to toe with high-quality gear, from boots to weapons. They looked like knights who had stepped straight out of the Mythic Empire.

At the front was a muscular, harsh-looking young man—Aileen—resting a massive axe on his right shoulder while holding the carcass of a wolf in his left arm, chewing into it slowly as if savoring a fresh meal.

"Stop that filthy act… You look like a commoner, forced to eat anything just to survive."

A young woman, Houle, frowned at her comrade's crude behavior. She held a golden bow, ready to fire at any moment. She seemed meticulous, almost overly so.

"So then, can you give me your food?"

"Never. You'd wolf down everything we have left."

Aileen scoffed and sank his teeth into the wolf's head again.

"Just shut your damn mouth. I'm a big guy—I need to eat to live. We've been fighting these damn beasts and a bunch of commoners for hours."

Jeff, the handsome one—the kind of guy others would envy just by looking at him. Though, women didn't seem to feel that way.

He spoke, still wearing his gentle smile.

"Chill out, my friends. Once we're out of here, you can eat all you want. For now, we need to find another team to climb the ranking, before everyone else dies."

He glanced at his system screen and frowned.

From a thousand teams… only forty were left. Everyone else had already fallen.

But something felt strange. All the real chaos had started when the count hit seventy. Most of those teams had been nobles. It almost felt like a scheme—to wipe out the nobles and the academy's geniuses, while letting the commoners survive.

Of course, it was only a suspicion.

"This academy doesn't suit me. After this mess, I'll return to the empire."

"Look! A safe zone!" Houle shouted with joy and sprinted toward it.

Aileen spat out a bone and laughed at his comrade's reaction.

"Now, who's the impolite one?"

Jeff just smiled and shook his head. "Let her be. We're all exhausted."

But then, his sixth sense flared—like a jolt of lightning running down his spine. His instincts screamed danger.

He turned sharply, eyes narrowing, just in time to see something shooting straight at his reckless comrade.

"WATCH OUT! ENEMIES!"

But it was too late. The young girl had no chance to react.

Jeff's legs twisted, transforming into the limbs of a beast as he exploded forward with incredible speed—faster than a skill coin's strike. He managed to intercept, blocking the attack with his palm before it reached his foolish comrade.

Agonizing pain surged through his right arm. A strange numbness spread until he lost all control of it.

From that moment, his right arm was useless in the fight.