Coin’s Edge: Reincarnated as a Extra

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"Then, I can only lead you guys this far," Ray answered while glancing inside the Academy, where many students were beginning to enter.

He then turned to Hector and Tyrone, who were still looking around in bewilderment, as if it was their first time being there.

In fact, nothing was different compared to the beginning—only that now, they were in another situation.

A seasoned student, but blind, and a new student.

"You'll be fine," Ray said in a gentle voice.

He added, "All of you will study with my young master in E-Class, but my young master doesn't attend class much. After all, the Academy isn't proper enough for him."

"So that's why I don't see him in A-Class. But why?" Hector asked, the question lingering in his mind.

"Not much to say. As I said, my young master is strong and knowledgeable enough to do anything. He also learned everything in the CLAN from me. You know, I'm the greatest teacher."

"And importantly, my master doesn't like talking to too many people—especially those from the Empire and Haley in A-Class. That's why you never see him in class, even though he's more than qualified for it."

Hector lightly scratched his chin for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

"Well, I see."

Ray nodded and turned to Tyrone, speaking in a caring tone, like a grandfather would.

"You have to lead Hector to E-Class. That class is over there." Ray pointed toward a small, old castle beside a massive one.

"And now, I need to go. See you later! I hope next time we don't meet in some sucky situation."

With that, Ray raised the reins of his horse carriage and rode off, leaving both Hector and Tyrone alone at the Academy gate.

"He is really irresponsible, right?" Tyrone said in an angry tone, hoping Hector would have the same opinion.

Yet, Hector said nothing.

It was clear he still felt awful about everything he had endured in the cell.

It seemed like he was afraid of something.

"Tsk! Why are you worried? Back in the cell, you had the courage to kill a bunch of prisoners, even nearly kill a jailer. And now, you're blind, though! None of the students here could fight you, of course... except a few."

Tyrone tapped Hector's shoulder in a gentle way, while thinking of one person—Haley.

"Damn it. I'm going to meet that asshole again!"

Hector just took a deep breath before stretching out his cane to feel the direction.

"Let's go. If not, we'll be too late."

…

"Uh, Hector..." Tyrone scratched the side of his head, calling out with a mix of confusion and amusement.

"E-Class is over there, not in that direction. You're heading toward the massive castle or A-Class, if you go that way."

…

"Maybe I'll have to get used to it. I've lost all sense of direction."

Hector froze in place and lightly pressed his blind eyes, feeling helpless and bored by his own misery.

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"Watch out, we're about to go up the stairs," Tyrone said in a warning tone as he followed behind Hector.

He was currently taking his time admiring the Academy while Hector walked ahead with his cane.

"Wow! That's luxurious. I've never seen anything like it," Tyrone lifted his head and spun around, glancing at all the hallways of the castle as if he were a real prince.

Tap.

Bang!

''Sigh…Come on,'' Tyrone slowly returned to Hector, who just fell down after trying to stand up with his cane.

"See? I told you. Let me help you. You'll fall again if you don't. Let me be a good boy, at least," Tyrone slowly helped Hector up, but his help quickly was refused

"Don't. I may be blind, but I'm not useless," Hector said while he lightly stood up on his own, continuing forward.

"Tsk. So that's stubborn like that," Tyrone shrugged while glancing down the hallway.

A lot of students were looking at him with curious eyes.

"Hey, you see that? He doesn't need my help. So don't gossip about pointless things like I'm the villain."

Yet all of the students just whispered strange things and immediately avoided Hector's group.

"What's wrong with them? Do I look that ugly?" Tyrone grimaced as the students scattered, barely acknowledging any confrontation.

Hector, nearby, spoke in a dull, tired voice.

"Don't pay attention to them. This place is full of students from the lower class... and they don't waste time on useless gossip. They came here to study and survive."

"If you want to see negativity, go visit the massive castle next door."

…

"Wow, that's reasonable. I like it," Tyrone muttered, stroking his chin as he considered Hector's words.

"So, let's go. No reason to stand around here," Tyrone immediately pulled Hector along, walking as fast as they could, ignoring all of Hector's resistance and complaints.

In the classroom, there were only a few students, about ten.

They all sat close together like a small group.

"Well, I can say one thing," Tyrone muttered while scanning the classroom with a grimace.

"This place looks like a damn cattle pen."

The chairs and tables were old and decayed. Some seats were empty, covered in dust and dirt.

And even though class time had arrived, their instructor hadn't shown up yet.

"And worst of all, we're completely isolated."

"Well, I guess there's clearly a gap between the lower and upper classes, no doubt," Tyrone added with a shrug.

Five hours passed. Nothing happened.

"FUUUUUUUUCK! What's going on with this class?" Tyrone threw his head back and yelled at the ceiling, clearly having reached his limit.

His outburst drew attention from nearby students.

Yet no one seemed surprised. As if they were used to it.

"Take it easy. Our instructor will be here in an hour. You're new, so you don't know what's been happening around here," a young man named Freddie, nearby, answered calmly, trying to soothe Tyrone's anger.

He added, "The Academy's situation is very bad. We only have about twenty instructors left."

"Damn it! Just one hour to study? We're not going to learn anything," Tyrone shouted.

"That's your problem. Now shut up and sit down like a good boy," the young man replied, his patience clearly thinning.

"Oh? You wanna pick a fight? I'll kill you," Tyrone growled, his eyes starting to glow red as he stared at the young man down, preparing to strike.

The atmosphere in the classroom became tense and chaotic.

A fight could break out at any moment.