Coin’s Edge: Reincarnated as a Extra

"Everything going according to plan?" A young man with a handsome face crossed his arms, eyes fixed on the fighting yard.

He looked strikingly like Jet, though not quite the same. Maybe they were brothers.

"Don't worry. Everything's going exactly as planned, Clive." Haley smirked, his gaze locked on Jet in the fighting yard.

"Fine… I hope so." Clive nodded, as if a weight had just lifted off his chest. Then his narrowed eyes drifted toward his brother with a touch of pity.

To Clive, his brother was nothing but a disgrace to their family. A fool, thrown aside by everyone in the empire. The only reason he was still alive was to serve as a political pawn, keeping ties with other powerful families.

But there was one thing Clive couldn't control—his brother's love for Violet, a daughter of the Big Clan.

Jet had carried those feelings for a long time, though he always denied it in front of everyone—everyone except Clive.

And that was what made him a fool. He obeyed his brother blindly, never once questioning.

Now, he was being used—nothing more than a piece on the board.

…

"Are you ready?" The referee gave Jet and Hector a tired glance.

"Start!"

…

For a moment, silence hung heavy in the air.

"Honestly, I don't really have feelings for Violet… so we're not enemies, rivals, or anything like that. You get me?"

…

But Jet gave no response. His expression only twisted more and more.

"Huh? Did I say something wrong?"

Hector knew a bit about Jet, but, it was almost not significant so he need a more time to confirm exactlly his information, becasue of that, he had no way of picking the right words to avoid offense.

Unfortunately, he had hit the sore spot.

To Jet, Hector's words were nothing but an insult. In his eyes, Violet's love was a dream any man would die for, yet Hector spoke of it as if it were worthless like something he could have anytime and toss aside without a thought.

"This thing could never be forgiven!"

"Someone like you… You don't deserve her love!"

After that, Jet lunged at Hector in an insane mood. It was clear he wanted to finish Hector off right then and there.

"I surrender!"

But Jet's big fist barely stopped, even after Hector spoke just before it could land, another hand shot in and halted the attack.

"You've already won. There's no need for a pointless fight," the referee said.

He then glanced at Hector, who was casually picking his nose, disappointment flashing across his face.

"You're pathetic!"

Hector barely reacted. He just shrugged and sighed.

"Honestly, I'm too weak. Why even fight if I already know I'll lose? Besides, he wants victory, and I want money. That works out for both of us."

"Right?" Hector flicked his booger straight into Jet's face with a cheerful tone.

Both the referee and Jet grimaced, especially at Jet, as he quickly wiped the booger his face. They hadn't expected that.

Was he really a man, or just a lowly, cunning coward?

The sound of scolding spread through the crowd beneath the fighting yard.

"He's nothing but a coward!" a man spat in disgust, glaring at Hector.

"I've never seen anything like this," a girl laughed, though a trace of disdain lingered on her lips.

"Fuck you! You're not worthy of Violet's love!" another man roared.

The curses grew louder, echoing all around.

"I didn't think that boy would turn out like this," Wren said with a faint smile, glancing at Michael, who was covering his face with one hand.

If Hector didn't feel shame for his own disgraceful actions, others were embarrassed on his behalf.

In the end, the instructor had to take responsibility for his student.

"Damn it! After this, I'll put him through special training. He'll regret making me lose face," Michael muttered while trying to get out of here.

"So… may I go now?" Hector raised an eyebrow as he asked. Just as he almost stepped out of the yard, a sudden chill ran down his spine.

"Huh? What's going on?"

…

"It's too late!"

Jet smirked, pulling out a decayed, ancient coin from his storage system while muttering in a strange tongue.

Once again, everyone was stunned, astonished

"It's… the Fatal Coin!" the referee gasped, eyes wide in disbelief.

"But it only activates if I also have a similar coin!"

Yet everything Hector saw shattered his expectations. The space around them collapsed like broken glass, splitting into countless fragments along with everyone else—until only he and Jet existed in this gloomy place.

A void. Empty, lifeless. Then, in an instant, it shifted.

A new fighting yard emerged beneath them, forged from solid brick and reinforced metal.

Beside the yard, a massive hourglass materialized, seeming only it having here.

The entire place was drowned in an ancient, murky atmosphere, heavy with loneliness.

Hector froze, confusion written all over his face.

"What the hell did you do?!" he roared, glaring at Jet.

Jet only grinned, saying nothing.

Seconds later, Hector's eyes widened as his storage system began to distort uncontrollably.

His Status flared into existence in the middle of the yard for Jet to see. Jet's own Status appeared as well.

He tried to get rid screen off by his hands but, it seemed not working. Finally, he just looked powerless as it appeared in the yard.

Storage Unit: XXX

Luck Coin (B): A coin was held by the gods, imbued with divine luck.

Lysander Coin (Legendary): You hold your own fate.

The Cane of a Fallen King (B): A cane crafted from the bones and blood of a thunder god.

…

"Fuck you! When did you give it to me?!" Hector bellowed, glaring at the coin floating eerily before his face—identical to Jet's.

The decayed coin pulsed with a gloomy light, its aura so sinister that no one else would dare to touch it.

Slowly, Hector frowned as the truth sank in.

"It was… when you handed me the money bag, wasn't it?"