Coin’s Edge: Reincarnated as a Extra

The scent of blood lingered in the air, blending with the sound of dripping, overflowing from the small pool located in a small chamber. The fact that such a terrifying pool could even exist here was unbelievable.

From time to time, faint screams of many women echoed, desperate and full of agony. Yet they only served to add to the eerie, horrific atmosphere of the place.

As though time crawled by over the centuries, foamy bubbles began to rise from the viscous, sour, foul-smelling liquid below. A figure gradually emerged, rising from it.

Immediately, the air turned silent and suffocating, as if the entire space had frozen.

With a deep, smooth breath, Haley slowly raised his head, glancing around the chamber.

His eyes, shrouded by a thin layer of blood, opened slightly. He lifted his knees and stood, bare-skinned, from the pool of blood with dark hair that was stained the red color of the blood. His body was new—slightly pale and sickly—but no one could judge its strength now

Each step he took left behind a brief smear and the scent of blood on the floor. He reached the center of the chamber, his figure becoming clearer under the moonlight pouring through the glass ceiling at the peak of the place.

It was a slender figure, not quite like a thin, tall boy, but almost womanly.

His throat began to shift slightly. His pharynx slowly disappeared, second by second.

Finally, his voice emerged.

"What a big change."

It was soft and sweet, sounding almost like a woman's.

"But it's still not enough to kill Kevin."

He sighed again, shaking his head lightly while gazing at the moon beyond the many layers above the chamber.

''Thinking back to what I used to believe and do... I feel disgusted with myself."

Haley no longer felt the fury or madness he once did. Even as he realized the extent of his new power, it wasn't enough to take Kevin down. The obsession in his mind had vanished.

What remained was freedom—a strange sense of it.

"Still... I'll kill him another way, such as … his little sister."

He slowly raised his fingers, brushing them across his lips, leaving them crimson, seductive, and deadly. And with that, he walked out, unhurried through the door. Otherwise, the countless streaks of blood ran down the floor and approached, covering Haley's body. Eventually, a luxurious, bloodied outfit was created under his new power.

***

Inside, a shabby, going-down classroom. Everything was still, just like always.

Boredom!

Tiredness!

Noise!

Because of the time of day, all the students barely had anything to do—except sleep, doze off, or chat idly about something.

Hector, meanwhile, was still sitting calmly on his worn-out chair, meditating, muttering countless words under his breath.

"Inner peace… inner peace… Calm down… Phew."

Right now, he was just trying to drive off the illusions in his mind—visions that had haunted him through many sleepless nights. But he had to endure it, at least until he passed the final exam.

All the symptoms he was experiencing—he had learned to control them using a new ability he'd gained from Derek's scroll.

The scroll turned out to be an ancient book packed with information about pressure points, knowledge passed down over centuries, and long forgotten.

Whenever the nightmares hit, he would perform acupuncture on himself to suppress those damn symptoms. It wasn't just about pushing them away—it also lessened their impact.

"Phew. Just… inner peace," Hector whispered, letting out a sharp, deep breath while trying to imagine all the best things that had happened in his life.

But it didn't help.

After all… things had never really gone well for him.

And just then, a noise broke the stillness, dragging him back into discomfort.

Something he absolutely hated.

…

As time went on, the noise only got clearer and more annoying.

Hector let out a long sigh, like he always did.

"My god… Can you stop yelling like that?"

He didn't even sound angry anymore. That voice had haunted him for months. He was used to it. But that didn't mean he could ignore it.

The more he bottled things up, the more it built inside him—frustration, sadness.

It was eating away at him.

"Uncle!"

The sound seemed to come from a girl; her voice rang out from the hallway of the classroom. Some students started to notice it.

"Huh? Do you hear that? Sounds like a girl... calling for her uncle or something. But in this old, shabby place? I suspect anyone like that would be here."

Tyrone, slouching in his chair with his legs propped up on the desk, spoke vaguely as he leaned back.

"Tsk. It's rare for anyone to come all the way here. Just ignore her," Tyrone muttered, continuing what he was doing.

But Hector wasn't as indifferent. Sweat was now trickling down his body. He bit his nail a few times, clearly tense—because of what he heard… was real.

"Fuck! How the hell did she find me here? Even after I've become like this—blind, messed up?"

His face wrinkled with stress. Then suddenly, he got up from his spot.

"Damn it! I curse everyone who's spread rumors about me!"

Just seconds later, he quickly limped to the door with his cane. He was able to walk as normal, but it was too hard if he moved promptly. However, it was already too late.

The door swung open despite his effort to pull it shut, revealing a beautiful girl. One that everyone in the Academy would recognize.

Violet's expression changed color as she saw him.

"Uncle… W-What happened to you?"

…

A flood of worried and caring questions came pouring out of her to him. Tears welled up in her eyes.

Of course, by now, the entire classroom was watching.

As things started to feel too serious, Hector tried to stay composed and control his heartbeat. He spoke with the calmest voice he could manage:

"Calm down, Violet. Just come with me—we need somewhere quiet to talk."

Whether Violet really heard him or not, he still grabbed her hand and led her away to someplace quiet and empty. Meanwhile, countless whispers stirred around the classroom.