Coin’s Edge: Reincarnated as a Extra

"His weapon is really great. It can expand and shrink when I switch into my wolf form." Tyrone smirked as he recalled the armor Bam had equipped for him yesterday. Yet, he quickly smiled bitterly.

"But... it's just way too overpriced."

Hector just looked around with his white eyes, same as always, while sitting on the bench of the training yard.

He sensed all the pressure points of the students still practicing in the center of the yard.

Then, he said,

"Don't doubt the quality of Bam's stuff. His weapons are top-tier. So next time, it'd be smart to build a good relationship with him."

To be honest, Hector had also bought a lot of stuff yesterday. His smoke coins were nearly gone, and he needed a huge amount of Bam's smoke coins. Of course, he'd bought a new set of armor—his old one had been wrecked during the fight with Jet, who ended up dying afterward.

And this time, things went just as he expected. Bam was really one of the greatest craftsmen. He had improved a lot since the last time Hector met him.

His new armor had been upgraded many times. If only he had this set back then, he wouldn't have had such a hard fight with Jet.

"I know, Now, I already understood the value that he gave us. I'll apologize to him next time," Tyrone said, scratching his head as he remembered how he'd treated Bam.

"Next time, I'll kiss his shoes to show how sorry I am."

Hector just frowned when he heard that.

"I doubt that'll work," he thought.

Suddenly, the sounds of training started to die down, replaced by a rising commotion at the center of the yard.

Even though Hector had been blind, his senses had sharpened noticeably. This small detail quickly caught his attention.

"What's going on?" Hector looked ahead, trying to figure it out by sensing the pressure points that now glowed faintly.

He turned to Tyrone, about to say something—but let out a sigh when he realized Tyrone had already vanished.

"His senses are just as great as his skill coin."

A streak of jealousy crept into his mind as he thought about it.

"As for my skill coin... it's completely useless."

***

At the entrance of the training yard, a group of students stepped in. All of them wore flashy outfits—completely different from the broken, dirty clothes of the commoners here.

About three people led the group and seemed to be the leaders.

They stood out.

First was Tom, as usual with his pompous face, standing next to Clive—the prince of the Eldoria Empire. And in the center of them stood another prince, this time from the Dravengarde Empire—Bill. He was currently riding a huge, grey dog.

Bill glanced around before shouting loudly,

"Who here is Hector?''

However, Freddie—representing the commoners—stepped forward.

"It's an honor to meet the Prince of the Dravengarde Empire. May I help you?"

Freddie bowed politely, showing good manners.

In truth, something like this wouldn't have happened half a year ago. But now, the academy had fallen into chaos, and even top-tier managers would bend their own rules to keep things under control. If a student died, they would act immediately. But if it was something small—like bullying—they would just ignore it.

"Tsk! Just a piece of trash. How dare you answer me when I haven't given you permission?"

Clive grimaced, then immediately kicked Freddie in the stomach, sending him flying to the corner of the yard.

"I'll say it again! If you don't come here, I'm gonna slaughter these weaklings!"

A few seconds later, a voice rang out.

"I'm here."

The soft, steady sound of a cane tapping the ground echoed.

From within the crowd of commoners, Hector slowly stepped forward.

"You got me. What do you want?"

There was no sound from Clive's group for a moment—then loud laughter exploded.

"HAHAHAHAHA! What a pitiful sight! You're blind?!"

…

"Hahahaha!" They laughed mockingly at Hector, but he didn't show the slightest hint of anger.

A few minutes later, the noise died down as Clive gestured to his underlings.

He grinned.

"You're pathetic. I bet your little bitch can't save you either."

When Hector heard that, he didn't know why, but a streak of anger stirred in his chest.

Still, he tried to control his emotions and asked calmly,

"So what?.. And who are you guys anyway? I can't see you, you know—because I'm blind."

He put extra emphasis on the word "blind", just to make it clear that no matter what they said, it wouldn't bother him—unless they really crossed the line.

"Huh," Clive scoffed, then added,

"You don't have an ounce of honor in you. But I guess that's to be expected from a commoner. Some of your kind even begged to kiss my shoes.So... I'll give you a special chance—to know my noble name."

"I'm Clive Doyle, prince of the Eldoria Empire. Carve my name into your worthless mind.

And one more thing—I'm the brother of Jet Doyle. The one you killed."

"My precious little brother… I have to avenge him."

His eyes turned red as he mentioned Jet, acting like his brother had truly meant the world to him.

But anyone watching could tell his expression was fake.

Everyone knew the truth about their relationship.

"So... you want a duel? A fight to the death?" Hector asked, frowning slightly.

…

"Hmm. Don't try to drag me into your trap.I know you're Kevin's partner. I'd be an idiot to kill you and end up in a conflict with him—Kevin, the so-called greatest genius of our generation."

"But you know... he said if we fight you fair and square, one-on-one, it's fine."

Clive immediately turned to Tom and ordered,

"Smash him to pieces!"

Tom almost jumped when he heard that—he actually looked nervous.

"Me?"

He scratched the side of his head and glanced at Hector, who didn't show any sign of panic or fear.

Tom swallowed hard and was about to say something, however, Bill, who had been silent the whole time, finally spoke.

"Leave him to me.I want to fight one of Kevin's partners."

Lying on the back of his massive dog, Bill gave a small gesture.The huge grey beast growled slowly and began walking toward Hector. It looked ready to pounce and tear him apart at any second.

Meanwhile, Tom let out a deep breath of relief.

"Whew... My luck."