Coin’s Edge: Reincarnated as a Extra

Hector nodded and gave a bitter smile. "You're right. I can't fight back. More exactly, my strikes aren't strong enough to hurt you."

They were sharp enough to realize the problem.

Aileen still burned with anger in his mind. Either way, the truth was he couldn't beat Hector.

"It's bitter, but I've changed my mind. You'll stay here until my friend takes down your third guy," he said. Then added, "Wanna fight more? Though honestly, I think it's pointless."

Hector shook his head.

" I think you're have the answer for yourself"

Aileen laughed and lunged at Hector, swinging his battle axe again. But this time it was softer, more controlled, almost like training. As if Hector was the one helping him grow stronger.

Meanwhile, at some point, Jeff's right arm began to move again like before. That was a huge relief for him.

His claws stretched out and sharpened even more. He glared at Tyrone and let out a growl.

"I guess the balance just changed!"

Then he glanced back at Hector, sizing him up again.

"So, I guess that's his skill coin! That explains everything. His skill coin must be pretty good! But it just picked the wrong master."

Tyrone spat in disgust as his own claws stretched and sharpened, just like Jeff's. There were two things that he hated the most in the world.

One was his father. And, two were the nobles. This damn noble really touched his nerve.

"People like you nobles are always trash, always judging everything by status and looks. So let me tell you something! Hector didn't even use mana at all to deal with your pathetic friend."

Jeff froze for a moment at Tyrone's words. It was almost impossible to believe. In this case, Hector might actually be the strongest here. And it also explained why he hadn't attacked—he wasn't even using mana or his skill coin. Everything earlier was pure technique and raw physical ability.

It was disturbing, but it made so much sense that it felt unreal.

What if he had used mana from the start? His team would've been wiped out instantly. But why couldn't he use it? Was he sick, or something like that?

Right now, he didn't really care about the reason. That piece of information was way too valuable. Jeff was actually astonished and a bit worried, but now, he just smiled.

"Thanks for the help."

He immediately shouted to Aileen, making sure to pass the information on as fast as possible.

"That guy can't use mana!"

Tyrone froze for a second, frowning at those words. He glanced at Hector with guilty eyes.

Then he turned back to his enemy.

"Looks like you figured it out from what I said. But it won't matter. All it means is our fight ends faster. You'll never get to see him use mana!"

Even though he sounded confident, deep down he was worried. His instinct said to him: You had to finish the match more quickly. He started channeling mana, letting it seep across his skin. With a burst of speed, he lunged at Jeff, throwing strike after strike, expecting to finish this as quickly as possible.

But Jeff only smirked, dodging his blows. He poured all his mana into his claws, then slashed down in a vertical arc, sending out a massive energy wave aimed at Tyrone.

Caught off guard for just a moment, Tyrone couldn't dodge. The energy slash tore across his chest, carving a deep wound and spilling blood.

"Fuck!" Tyrone grimaced in pain. But Jeff didn't give him a chance to breathe. Laughing, he charged in and unleashed a storm of strikes.

"See? You're worried about your friend!"

Jeff was convinced he'd read the situation perfectly. Tyrone was panicking over Hector. Once Hector went down by Aileen, Tyrone would be the next loser. Not wanting that, Tyrone rushed in recklessly and exactly what Jeff thought.

Jeff just held the wolf-man off, waiting for his comrade to crush Hector apart piece by piece. Finally, his side would win, anyway.

"Damn… you're killing everyone here," Tyrone groaned in agony.

To be honest, Tyrone wasn't really worried about Hector's life. He loved himself more than ever—because if Hector ever used mana, everyone here would be dead. Just the thought of it made the hair on his body stand on end.

Those guys were messing around trying to wake a monster.

…

"So… it's true?" Aileen frowned as the new info sank in from his comrades. He clenched his teeth in frustration, furious at his own helplessness.

After all, he'd just fought a guy who hadn't even used mana once. If Hector had used mana from the start, what would've happened? His team would've been crushed instantly, maybe even wiped out by the artifact. No—more likely, they'd all be dead. Still… what a shame their enemy couldn't use mana for some reason.

No. That wasn't shame—it was luck.

"I wish I could fight you fair one day… but right now, I'll kill you!" Aileen roared. He pulled out three tubes from his storage system and bit them down all at once.

His muscles bulged and swelled, overflowing with earth mana. The ground itself seemed to crawl up his skin, layering over him until he looked like a man made of stone.

He gripped his battle axe and swung it lightly, as if it weighed nothing more than a pen. Each swing whipped up violent gusts of wind that tore through the air ahead.

"Five minutes! That's all it'll take. Bad luck for you—no matter how fast you move, it won't matter if you can't use mana. Because a normal body… always has a limit."

With that, he slammed his axe down, sending a massive surge of mana outward.

The air grew heavy, suffocating. Hector felt weakness flood his body as if his strength had been cut in half, the wave of mana smothering him like a blanket.

"What… is this? Poison mana?"

Hector coughed, his head spinning with dizziness. He fumbled for a healing capsule from his storage system and swallowed it—but nothing changed.

His focus slipped for just a second—enough for an unseen fist to smash across his face, hurling him into a nearby rock.

Aileen clicked his tongue and strolled toward him, voice dripping with smugness.

"The healing capsule's useless. Even if you had a royal one, it wouldn't work. These symptoms only hit someone who can't use mana to defend themselves. See? My mana blocks the poison before it can get to me."

Hector struggled back to his feet, vision blurring as the poison gnawed at his body. His joints ached, his whole frame shaking as he staggered forward.

"So… what now?" He clenched his fists through the pain. "Do I have to beat you before my time runs out… or am I just gonna drop dead before I even touch you?"