Coin’s Edge: Reincarnated as a Extra

"Ugh!"

Then, Hector spat out a small pool of blood and tried to stand up, taking a capsule from his space system.

"It hurts too much!"

"But... it will be over soon!" Hector muttered in a mocking tone himself, then he sneered at Jet, whose face showed smugness and satisfaction.

"I should be grateful for your stupidity! You're always like this..."

...

When Jet heard that, his expression immediately twisted into anger, and he shouted loudly,

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN? YOU DON'T KNOW FUCKING THING ABOUT ME!"

...

Hector smirked, looking at Jet with disdainful eyes.

"No! I know all too well!... You're just a horny dog and the walking disgrace of your family!"

"You—SHUT UP!" Jet roared in rage, glaring at Hector aggressively as if he could kill him with his single look.

"YOU DIE!"

Grashhh!

The sharp sound of Jet's blade scraping against the floor echoed as he charged at Hector, madness filling his mind.

Hector simply chuckled. He knew Jet's past!... Even though he couldn't be 100% certain due to the novel's changes, just by observing Jet's expressions since their first meeting, he could easily tell that Jet was exactly like the character he had read about!

A man with too much self-respect, yet the heart of a coward.

Therefore, Hector simply needed to provoke Jet with a few curse words about his self-respect, and he would surely lose control.

''Come on, baby!''

Flick!

A coin flew toward Jet at an extremely fast speed, blinking as it shone with streaks of thunder in the murky, gloomy space.

"Huh? Are you stupid? That won't work!" Jet narrowed his brows as he watched the coin hurtling toward him.

He didn't understand what Hector was doing, as Hector had already used this move on him minutes ago. However, caution was still better than doing nothing, so Jet quickly raised his left gauntlet to defend himself.

Yet, this time, Hector's strike was completely different from the previous one.

BOOM!

"What the fuck was that?"

Thick smoke suddenly burst out, overflowing in all directions and blanketing the entire space.

"FUCK YOU! SHOW YOURSELF!"

Jet roared in rage, scanning his surroundings for any trace of Hector—but found nothing.

"Motherfucker!"

"I'll tear you to pieces!"

Letting anger and madness overwhelm his mind entirely, Jet crazily scanned this space which was covered by smoke

Unfortunately, many seconds later, he couldn't detect the slightest trace of Hector's mana beyond the overwhelming thunderous energy crackling throughout the battlefield.

"A wide-range attack?" Jet grimaced unease instead of madness and anger like before that, his eyes widening as he watched streaks of electricity floating and surging uncontrollably across the fighting yard.

"Show me! I refuse to believe you can control a Rank B mana weapon!"

Then, he swiftly adjusted his stance into a defensive position, glancing around cautiously.

His plan was simple—The moment Hector launched his attack, Jet would pinpoint the exact location where it began.

There was no way Hector would run away from him.

…

"It's... rather electrified!"

Astonished, he felt the electricity surging from the floor, running up his legs.

But within seconds, his expression shifted into one of sheer panic.

"No way!"

Jet hastily grabbed a handful of healing capsules and shoved them into his mouth without hesitation—until…

BOOOOM!

"Aaaaaaaah!"

A chaotic mix of agonized screams and crackling electricity echoed through the murky, gloomy space.

The center of the fighting yard was now completely shrouded in thick, blanketing smoke, and in the midst of it, a faint human-shaped shadow flickered sparks of electricity.

Everything remained still until the chaotic sounds finally died down.

"It... consumes too much... mana..."

Hector collapsed to the ground, struggling to push himself up using his cane, its glow weaker than ever.

He gasped, forcing his chest to expand as he desperately breathed as much oxygen as possible.

A few seconds later, he finally managed to stand—though his legs trembled beneath him.

"I hope he's dead already..."

Hector's exhausted eyes locked onto the corpse in the middle of the yard.

Reaching this point had required meticulous planning.

First, Jet's armor was incredibly sturdy and high-grade. Destroying it was a priority before considering anything else.

Second, Jet was far too strong!

Engaging him in direct combat wouldn't be a smart choice.

Third, Hector possessed an extremely rare mana weapon.

Unless he faced a life-or-death situation, he wouldn't use this weapon until he was strong enough to protect himself.

The treasure itself was not guilty, but the one who carried it.

Of course, fewer people could wield a mana weapon properly unless they had used it for a long time—except for Hector.

He understood this artifact better than anyone.

His cane drew mana from his own energy and the surrounding air.

However, the external mana source had a flaw—it took a long time to absorb. But in return, it provided an immense amount of mana, surpassing his own reserves.

Because of that, he had to wait for the perfect moment to strike, all while making it seem like he was at a disadvantage.

"Huh? Why hasn't the winner announcement appeared yet?" Hector grimaced, his gaze fixed on Jet, who stood in the middle of the fighting yard.

He couldn't make out Jet clearly, but could sense his presence of mana around here. However, a few seconds later, He widened his eyes in shock as that Jet's presence of mana suddenly vanished.

"Oh no... this is bad!"

Before he could react, an invisible force suddenly tightened around his throat, choking him. His body tensed as he was lifted into the air and slammed backward toward the wall.

However, Hector wasn't completely helpless.

He managed to pry Jet's muscular fist off his throat and break free with a quick movement. At the same time, Jet continued charging toward the stone wall like a raging bull, completely out of control.

BAM!

A few seconds of silence passed.

"Damn!" Hector struggled to push himself up after falling, rubbing his burning, aching neck while keeping his eyes on the shattered wall.

Through the thick smoke, Jet's figure slowly emerged. His armor had been completely destroyed, leaving his muscular body covered in burns and streaks of blackened blood. He looked like he was in sheer agony.

Worse yet, he was emitting a nauseating, repulsive aura—one that made anyone unconsciously want to stay away from him.

"FUCK YOU!" Jet roared like a rabid dog. Without hesitation, he swiftly pulled out another large blade from his space system with his left hand. His right arm, however, hung limply at his side—the result of a blocked pressure point from Hector's previous attack.

''DIE!''