Coin’s Edge: Reincarnated as a Extra

"Six! Kill him!" Bill's eyes widened in delight as Hector suddenly dropped his guard. A chance like this was too rare to slip by.

Bill's pet completely lost control, going wild on its own. Still, a faint trace of its master's will remained, so it lunged at Hector with clear murderous intent.

It opened its jaws wide and snapped at him, but once again—it turned out to be just an afterimage. Before the beast could recover its senses, a hand suddenly clamped tightly around its maw, not letting it move an inch.

The dog thrashed, trying to break free, but the grip was simply too strong. Then, it felt danger—death itself—seeping from those hands, even through its half-lost mind.

Hector tightened his hold on the beast's jaws and twisted in the opposite direction, his hand glowing with crimson mana.

In that instant, he caught Bill's angry shout from afar, followed by the sharp whistle of arrows cutting through the air. Hector quickly yanked the dog up in front of him, using it as a shield as the arrows slammed into its body.

In a blink, Bill's pet was riddled with arrows, collapsing onto the ground like a porcupine with dozens of shafts sticking out of its back.

Hector frowned, tore away its shattered upper jaw, then casually wiped the blood onto his thin shirt before turning toward Bill.

Yet, for some reason, Bill smirked as if victory was already his. With a snap of his fingers, the corpse instantly exploded into pieces, the shockwave rippling across the arena. Silence followed the blast.

"Hahahahahaha! I'm the winner!" Bill shouted, brimming with excitement and pride. He gazed happily at the fiery cloud left behind, eager to see Hector's miserable state.

But after five seconds, all that remained was half of his pet's corpse—no trace of Hector anywhere.

"I thought he'd been blown into a hundred pieces…" Bill blinked, trying to process the scene.

Then his smug expression froze as a sudden kick slammed into him from nowhere—so fast he couldn't even see it coming. The impact hit like a two-hundred-pound boulder, hurling him across the floor and into the barrier's edge like a rag doll.

At this point, Hector was no longer the same as before. His face was overflowing with emotion, and anyone could see it.

The fury.

He was truly angry.

Hector spat, then glanced at Bill—who was still struggling to get up, glaring back with eyes just as venomous as Hector's own.

When Hector saw Bill's helplessness, he didn't even know why it felt so good—so satisfying.

Bill deserved it. But it still wasn't enough.

He had to suffer more, again and again.

And for the first time since he returned to the academy… Hector smiled.

"Satisfy me."

He no longer held anything back. Nothing remained in his mind but pure, brutal rage. In a blink, he vanished—and within seconds, he was already standing right in front of Bill.

Bill began to tremble, shouting in a threatening voice, but Hector's fury only grew as he stepped closer, slowly, toward Bill—who was still reeling from the earlier kick.

Hector stomped down on Bill's foot, drawing a howl of pain that echoed through the arena. But even that wasn't enough. Bill's sobs and screams couldn't satisfy him. Hector lifted his foot again, aiming at a much more dangerous spot.

"D-Don't… don't do that… p-please."

Hector ignored his begging and moved his foot closer. Bill's voice broke in terror.

"Please… don't stomp there, I beg you! I swear I won't take revenge for anything you did, just—don't stomp there!"

Hector smirked slightly at those words. He pressed his foot down onto that vulnerable spot. He could feel something soft beneath, and judging from both the sensation and Bill's fear, he already knew what it was.

Bill kept begging, sobbing, trembling, desperate for Hector to stop.

"P-please… w-what do you want? I'll give you anything!" Bill pleaded, tears welling in his eyes.

Hector let out a long breath, but his foot stayed firmly in place on Bill's body.

His eyes drifted to the crowd beyond the barrier.

He couldn't see them clearly, but somehow, he could feel their emotions.

They were terrified.

Maybe it was because of his mana. But at this point, Hector didn't care anymore.

"What do I desire?... That's a stupid question."

Hector burst into mad laughter.

"WHAT I DESIRE??? THEN I SHOULD ASK YOU—HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BULLY SOMEONE? TO BEAT THEM DOWN?!"

He roared the question straight at Bill.

"TELL ME—BEFORE I CRUSH IT!"

"D-Don't… I-I'll say…" Bill sobbed, trying desperately to calm Hector down with whatever words he could muster. But at this point, his mind was blank. He froze, staring up at Hector in sheer terror.

Even if he knew the answer, he couldn't say it—because speaking the truth would mean death.

"Urghhh…!" Bill suddenly gasped for air, suffocated under the crushing pressure surrounding him. He lifted his head slightly—only to see Hector's hollow, merciless eyes.

His whole body trembled, his vision spinning.

Hector grabbed Bill by the jaw and spoke in a cold, dead voice:

"I'm listening…"

For some reason, under the unbearable weight of Hector's suppression, the words slipped out of Bill's mouth before he could stop himself.

"…F-Funny…"

The crushing pressure suddenly lifted. Bill coughed and gasped for breath.

Hector nodded, his foot still pressing down on that vulnerable spot.

"You're right. That's the truth of human nature—so you don't need to be ashamed of it."

His eyes flickered with both rage and pain as he looked into the distance, as if speaking to something unseen.

The audience outside the barrier grew silent, trying to calm their own pounding hearts, waiting for Hector's next words.

"But you… you just picked the wrong man to play your little game with. And now—you'll pay for that mistake."

Bill's eyes widened in horror. Tears streamed down his face as he tried to crawl out from under Hector's foot.

He screamed toward his comrades, voice breaking with desperation:

"H-HELP ME!"