Coin’s Edge: Reincarnated as a Extra

"Calm down!" Hector said calmly while he had been sitting in his seat. He looked around with hollow eyes.

After Tyrone heard that, his uncomfortable mood changed quickly. He glared at the muscular students and spat with anger and hostility.

"Take this to heart — I didn't spare you because of him. I just don't waste my time on trash like you."

Then he moved to his seat, waiting for the instructor who would arrive soon.

"Tsk." At those mocking words, Freddie had a flash of fury, but he held it in, knowing that nothing good would come from fighting among themselves.

Then, he sat down for a while. However, his attention began to shift to a sound — the taps of a cane against the floor.

He frowned slightly when he realized it was Hector, the blind young man, approaching him.

A several seconds later.

Hector slowly sat in the chair next to him.

"Sorry about my friend. He just has a bad personality — like a crazy dog that'll bite anyone who touches its bone," Hector said with a faint smile, his pale eyes directed at Freddie.

"I know. He seems like that kind of person," Freddie nodded slightly at Hector's calm explanation, but his expression quickly shifted as he added:

"Can you not look at me with those eyes? It's disturbing."

"Oh, sorry." Hector just slightly raised the corners of his lips and turned his gaze away, as the young man had asked.

Apparently, his eyes were unsettling to people like him.

And whenever someone mentioned his eyes, it caused a faint pain deep inside. That mental wound had remained ever since the slash from Haley.

Of course, he still had things he cared about, so he asked in a soft tone:

"May I ask you something? What's going on at the academy now? I need all the information. You know, I've been away for a long time, so I have no idea what's happening. If there are new rules or changes in discipline or anything like that, I'd like to know — so I can avoid trouble."

Freddie sighed quietly before speaking.

"No matter, I'm willing to answer. About your first question — our academy is in terrible condition now. You can see it from the current situation." He glanced around the classroom lightly.

Everything around them looked abandoned.

It seemed like something forgotten for a long time, as if the instructors had given up on this place.

"I see," Hector said with a nod. Even though he couldn't see anything now, he could still sense a few pressure points in the room — signs of life, though faint. He guessed that everything here was old and decayed.

This place hadn't been nourished by mana in a very long time.

"Anything else?" Hector asked again.

"Oh, I almost forgot. There's something important I have to remind you of," Freddie said, looking at Hector with a serious expression.

"Firstly, do you know about the Yakhi coin and how effective it is?"

When he heard that, Hector simply nodded in agreement.

"Well, everything is going well. But the rules that the academy has recently enforced say that they are banning anyone from using these kinds of skill coins. If anyone uses them, they'll be expelled and imprisoned—not in a regular cell, I mean, but confined in the academy's hospital. Still, it might as well be a prison because of their unstable behavior."

"Hmm!" Hector lightly scratched his chin, grimacing for a moment as he processed the information.

"It's their way of handling it—like how the Yakhi coin was treated as a kind of drug in the old world," Hector thought.

The muscular young man continued his work.

"In any case, if you've used it, my advice is to quit right away—even if that power is tempting. It's the kind of thing that's hard for anyone to resist," he said in a serious tone.

"I guess you've used it, huh? That's why you're preaching like that," Tyrone suddenly cut in mockingly, interrupting the discussion between Hector and the muscular young man.

However, Hector quickly spoke up to stop the argument from escalating.

"Okay, I'm grateful for the information. So… what happened to the other instructors? They're still missing without a trace, right? Also, is there any further information about one of them—an instructor named Michael Nichols?"

Freddie stroked his chin for a moment after Hector's question.

"I think… you shouldn't get into this matter. That's not something that common students like us are able to handle!"

Immediately, another student sitting nearby began to express his thoughts.

"You should focus on yourself. Even though the principal's daughter and the vice principal have also disappeared, you can understand that something terrible is happening to this academy. I guess this academy is still running, but they would just focus on making us learn and learn, working harder than ever, until we can't even realize anything about it."

All the students in the classroom nodded, as if they accepted their fate. Right now, they were trying to take as much as possible from the Academy.

After all, they were just commoners. They would never learn things like fighting skills, knowledge, or even how to use skill coins if they didn't stay here.

Of course, if they didn't do that, they might give up surviving the second trial… or they could give up the chance to change their lives, live like rats, never stand up, and be hunted down for ignoring their fate—which is to protect this world.

"Sigh..." Freddie let out a long breath before saying the next words.

"That's all I can say. And about an instructor named Michael—I've never heard of him. Maybe he disappeared too."

He shrugged his shoulders for a moment before turning back to the book placed on the shabby table.

He refused to answer any more questions.

Anyway, it seemed Hector didn't need more kinds of information. He just pressed the side of his forehead in discomfort.

"Everything is turning into bullshit. I can't even imagine the worst case that could happen," he thought in frustration, when all his knowledge about the future felt pointless.

There were chaotic things he couldn't predict.

Finally, the sound of the door rang out, waking up those who had dozed off in the classroom.

"I just have one hour, so please focus on your work. I won't remind anyone again," the old instructor slowly stepped onto the podium, looking around tiredly.