Coin’s Edge: Reincarnated as a Extra

Toby thought while looking around and assessing Hector.

"So, he's the one who killed Jet. Even though Jet was a disgrace to the empire, he still ended up being defeated by trash. I can't believe he's my son. Anyway, I'll kill him for staining my bloodline."

"Well, I'll send an assassin for that. Just a filthy commoner isn't worthy of my own hand."

He muttered to himself before turning his eyes back to the screen.

"That guy Lady Violet is in love with? Poor guy. He doesn't know what he's gotten himself into… No, I suppose he does." The principal sighed as he noticed Hector's eyes, ruined by some kind of weapon.

"His eyes look similar to ones I've seen in an ancient scroll." An old emperor, Ned Silva, lightly rubbed his white beard.

"Eyes capable of seeing mana in the world. But it's a shame—he's blind." Tara added. "I want to meet him afterward… I guess he's a remnant of some old tribe."

Suddenly, Morris showed interest in what Ned said. "I didn't know you carried that much knowledge."

"Of course. It's just my passion." The old emperor smiled. Then he turned back to the screen ahead, but only a few seconds later, his wrinkled face darkened. The others shared the same reaction.

"Wilmot, can you explain this?" Morris asked as a major problem appeared in the exam, without showing a bit of emotion, yet, he was the first one asking.

"We should stop the exam before it's too late," Ned said gravely.

"Damn it. That's an S-Rank Artifact. No one can ruin or affect it except a Mythic-Rank individual or a similar Artifact." The principal, who was the most worried, crushed the armrest in anger.

"Take it easy. You should check the Artifact, while we deal with the space it created."

Ned nodded. "I'll follow you, Wilmot. I understand Artifacts better than anyone here."

Morris nodded and glanced at the other emperors, but Toby had already vanished. After all, his son was still down there. A father worrying for his child was understandable.

"Let's go."

***

It was 3 a.m.

Hector suddenly opened his eyes and pulled up his knee.

There was a reason he woke up so early. Basically, he had that nightmare again, so he couldn't stay asleep even if he wanted to.

At least he'd gotten some rest. That should be enough for a new day.

He grabbed his cane and went looking for a spot to clear his head. Climbing up a nearby rock, he sat down, glanced around, and took a deep breath to quiet the ghostly noise in his mind.

Coincidentally, Tyrone was lying there too, awake for the same reason. All in all, they were both messed-up guys, but Tyrone still looked healthier and more carefree compared to Hector.

"No more sleep? I can keep watch for you guys," Tyrone smirked.

Hector didn't answer. He just sighed and scanned the area, looking exhausted. Then he finally spoke.

"Well… I just want to see how things are going. Who knows what might happen."

Countless pressure points appeared in his vision as he looked down from the high ground.

"Very bad. It's a bloody battle."

Far from Hector's spot, the clash between beasts and humans raged on. The pressure points flickered nonstop, then scattered and disappeared under some unknown force, snuffed out like their lives meant nothing.

But at that moment, he noticed something different. Hector frowned, puzzled.

"Hey, Tyrone. Do you see something strange happening?"

The question was natural since Tyrone's skill coin was basically made for this. He carried the noise of the wolf.

Yawning, half-dozing, Tyrone mumbled, "W-What do you mean? Ah, yeah, you're right. I do notice something. The scent of blood is heavy."

"And if a candidate gets defeated, they're supposed to be sent back to the academy without any wounds, right?"

"Of course. You saw how our classmates got eliminated, didn't you?"

"Then why do you smell blood? Is it human or beast?"

Tyrone yawned again. "Both. I think those idiots got scratched. You're just overthinking it."

Hector pressed his forehead lightly for a moment before jumping down from the rock and shouting,

"Get ready. We're checking this out."

He suspected that all the pressure points he saw belonged to students who had just died. That would explain why they flickered and then vanished. And Tyrone's words only confirmed his conclusion more and more.

This time, they decided to confirm it with Bam's skill coin.

"Everything alright?" Hector asked.

Bam stayed silent for a few seconds before making a few hand signs. Then, the shadow of a huge falcon swooped down from the night sky and disappeared into his body.

"Want to hear it? I can sum it up in one word."

His face grew heavy with worry.

"Terrible!"

Tyrone chuckled, amused.

"What a joke! With you, weird and unbelievable things just never stop happening."

Hector only nodded. "If we can't return to the academy, then we have to move forward. I suppose that's our only way out."

"Like a death match! If we lose, it means we're dead for real." He added, "We can't just sit here waiting for some pointless rescue from the academy."

Tyrone tilted his head. "Why do you think that?"

"It's complicated to explain, but I'm sure of it," Hector replied.

In truth, he suspected this was connected to the Doombringer Order. And once it began, nobody could stop the disaster. From his memories, this trouble was supposed to happen in their second year, but now it had come early. That meant he had to survive using incomplete, misleading information.

And in his prediction, all second-year students would die in the end.

"Fuck! Why does the worst always have to happen now? Couldn't it wait until I was out of this damn academy?"

…

"So, what's the plan? Do we wait, or go hunting for them first?" Tyrone asked, already gearing up.

"No. We wait. They'll come to us soon enough. Nobles always have their own ways. Save as much energy as possible, and set up some traps while we wait."

Hector scanned the area outside the safe zone, eyes filled with worry, hoping to spot something useful.

"You okay, Violet?"