Coin’s Edge: Reincarnated as a Extra

Hector lightly tightened his fists while blinking constantly and looking at his glove.

At this point, he was feeling rather tired and bored, especially since he was about to leave the academy.

After all, he had been here for quite a long time—probably around five months.

A small sense of regret lingered in him. He had never really made any friends.

Of course, given the situation, leaving was inevitable.

Then, silence for a while.

A sight escaped from Hector's chest.

"Sigh! Why am I thinking about her now?" Hector furrowed his brow as a thought crept into his mind.

Violet… There was something about her that made him think of her at this moment.

Perhaps it was a lingering sense of guilt. Or something else.

"I hope I won't see you again… an unknown constant."

Then, Hector slowly stepped out of his room.

However, before he could leave the academy completely, there was still one last thing he had to do—fulfill his promise to Bam.

"Well, he said our meeting place is a bar in the capital, right?" Hector squinted ahead, trying to get a clear view while walking calmly.

At this moment, he was on a vast, empty road—no signs of life, no one around. Just eerie darkness.

But that was expected. He had to avoid the many enemies from the Empire who were searching for him.

Because of that, this isolated location was a rather suitable path for him to slip past their watchful eyes.

The vast forest that he couldn't see was a stopping point. Towering trees with thick, casting long black shell that deepened the eerie atmosphere.

It was dark and gloomy, but not to the point where it hindered him.

Not with his unique eyes.

"I assume it'll take a while to reach the meeting point… but at least it's safe."

Hector moved silently, his eyes scanning the dark surroundings.

However, before long, his expression gradually twisted into a grimace as his eyes caught a few unusual details in the area.

"W-What the fuck? Who the hell is that? Maybe… a wanderer?"

But Hector quickly dismissed the thought. It was impossible—this place shouldn't have anyone besides him.

"Fuck! Tracking coins? I already exchanged all my coins with the gold shop owner."

"There's no way anyone could have followed me."

Yet, a sudden realization struck him like a bolt of lightning. His mind fixated on one particular item—an artifact he had taken after defeating Jet.

"Don't tell me… It's that?"

"No… It's definitely that!"

Without hesitation, Hector yanked the artifact from his storage system and hurled it away before dashing off at full speed.

He had made a grave mistake.

Greed.

He had held onto something that never truly belonged to him. He should have been more cautious, but he had overlooked the risk simply because it was a valuable artifact.

Eventually, everything was already too late.

A streak of tiny winds swiftly dashed past Hector, leaving a small scratch on his right cheek.

Then… a small voice echoed through the air.

"Trash will always be trash!"

"Do you really think you can escape after touching my stuff with those dirty, filthy hands?"

A huge, razor-sharp whirlwind crept into the space before Hector, slicing through everything in its path.

The long, ancient trees that once stood tall were no more.

An empty ground emerged, shaped by the unknown, merciless winds.

Those fallen trees were shredded into pieces and scattered like a storm of debris, reflecting the moonlight in an eerie yet strangely majestic display.

"Is it really necessary to act so flashy like that?" Hector muttered, directing his uneasy gaze toward the figures ahead.

When he spotted those lifeless fish-like eyes and that familiar pale skin—Haley's signature look—he knew escape was out of the question.

He simply cursed in his mind and let out a mocking, bitter smile at himself while lightly wiping a mark of blood on his right cheek led to the prior wounds.

"Well… are you literally activating now? Lucky coin."

"I just hope I can survive this."

***

Snap!

''Aaaah!''

Snap!

''P-Please…Forgive me..''

Snap!

A sound, a mixture of a shout and a whip, rang out and echoed through the damp and dark space.

Snap!

''My mother and my son are still at home.''

Snap!

The sound continued for hours.

"He's on the verge of unconsciousness," Tom answered politely to the young man in front of him, then turned his disgusted gaze toward Hector, who was sitting in a wooden chair, drenched in blood.

At that moment, Hector's condition was dire.

It was hard to gauge the extent of his wounds and the torture he must have endured over the past several hours.

His upper body was bare since his shirt was torn into pieces by Tom's leather whip, covered in deep marks that had penetrated his skin, with blood flowing freely.

Hector's hands and feet were bound by old, rusty chains, which were stained with blood, evidence of his desperate struggles, to the point where blood had spurted from his wrists.

"Uhrg..." Hector tried to speak, but he couldn't do that. Even lifting his head was a challenge; it hung low, a sign that his neck was too weak to hold it up after hours of torment.

Looking at Hector's state, Haley barely had any emotion on his face.

He just narrowed his eyes as he looked at Hector and spoke.

"He's pretending with his terrible acting skills, but it won't work on me."

"The thing I want... is his true nature."

A few seconds passed in silence.

"Keep torturing him until I say otherwise."

Then, Haley slowly turned to leave the gloomy room. However, before he could reach the door, he suddenly turned his head toward Tom.

"Don't let him die! I still have a few things to experiment on him!"

Crekkkk!

Finally, Hector and Tom were the only ones left after the door connecting the darkness and light was tightly closed.

"No... It's true... That agony is real! F-Fuck!"

Extreme fear and horror began to dig deep into his mind.

An emotion he had never experienced before.

"N-No."

That was the reality he had to face, not a peaceful world he had once believed in.