I Transmigrated Into the Game as the Luckiest Extra

"Haha! Should we evaluate Professor Edel Ty against this one?" one alchemist joked. "No, no, don't glare at me, Professor Edel Ty I'm teasing."

"What do you say, Professor?" another chimed in. "Your teaching must be excellent! For your students to recreate, even surpass, your own potion… surely it's proof of your brilliance."

The irony was sharp. Professor Edel Ty had always bragged about her disciples, exaggerating their skills whenever she had the chance. Now she was being cornered by her own reputation.

Her eyes glimmered with cold rage, but she said nothing.

Mors felt disgrace clawing at his throat. His jaw tightened, his teeth ground together, veins bulging on his neck. He wanted to tear me apart. But under so many approving gazes, he could do nothing.

"…Kael Vi-rel. Clara Winslet. Silva. Nad." He forced the words out, each syllable heavy as lead. "Passed."

The announcement reverberated through the lab, both a declaration and a surrender.

Clara Winslet let out a sharp gasp of relief and collapsed into her seat.

"Whew… thank goodness," Silva muttered, rubbing his sweat-drenched brow.

"I… I did it. We actually did it," Nad whispered, trembling with joy.

The students erupted into a storm of murmurs.

"Unbelievable…"

"They really passed."

"Cheating? No… it looked too natural…"

"No way, I refuse to believe it."

"They're monsters."

Some glared with envy, others stared in awe, while a few muttered bitterly under their breath. But none could deny the outcome.

And me?

I simply held the vial aloft, waving it with a confident smile.

Victory was mine.

Training Hall

The training hall buzzed with energy. Students streamed in after a long day of group alchemy projects, the air thick with chatter, spell smoke, and the hum of mana-infused tools. Some sparred with practice weapons, others chanted incantations, while a few collapsed on benches to rest their drained bodies. Sparks flew from clashing blades. Bursts of fire, water, and lightning illuminated the spacious chamber in flashes.

Kael Vi-rel adjusted his bag on his shoulder, heading toward the restricted wing where the Dimensional Training Rooms were located. His body still carried the faint smell of burnt herbs and mineral dust from the project earlier. His group had barely finished on time, but he had passed.

Just as he reached the corridor, a sneering voice stopped him.

"Oi, Vi-rel."

Kael Vi-rel turned. Mors leaned against the wall with two of his friends behind him. His sharp eyes glinted with irritation, and his lips curled in disdain.

Kael's expression remained calm. "…What do you want?"

Mors clicked his tongue. "Don't play dumb. That alchemy project you should've failed. But somehow, you scraped by. Don't tell me it was luck again?"

Students nearby slowed their training, whispers starting to ripple.

Kael Vi-rel tilted his head. "Maybe. Or maybe you just underestimated me."

Mors stepped forward, his jaw tight. "You think you're clever? You embarrassed me in front of Professor Edel Ty and the association inspector's. If you didn't cheat, then you must've had someone else do the formulas for you."

A murmur ran through the watching crowd. Cheating? Did Kael Vi-rel really do that? Some looked doubtful, others curious. Kael simply sighed.

"Look, Mors. I don't have time for your tantrums. If you're mad that your plan didn't work, take it up with yourself, not me."

That stung. Mors's mana flared, the air vibrating faintly, the faint shimmer of heat waves forming around his hand. "Say that again."

Kael's eyes narrowed. So he really did try to sabotage me. He stepped closer, lowering his voice so only Mors could hear. "If you want to prove something, do it in a proper duel. Not by ruining projects like a coward."

For a moment, Mors's face twisted with fury, but the sound of an instructor's footsteps made him freeze. He quickly withdrew his mana, clicking his tongue and backing away.

"This isn't over, Kael Vi-rel. You'll regret it."

Kael Vi-rel brushed past him, unbothered. Empty threats. He doesn't realize luck always bends in my favor.

With the mutters of curious students fading behind him, Kael Vi-rel pushed open the glowing gate of the dimensional chamber.

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[Your identity has been verified.]

[You have entered a Dimensional Training Room.]

The noise of the outside world vanished, leaving behind a quiet expanse of white stone and flickering mana torches. The ceiling stretched impossibly high, the walls pulsing faintly with dimensional runes.

Kael Vi-rel exhaled, rubbing his sore arms. Finally. Time to test the new cube.

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Skill Cube

"Let's see which new skill I got," Kael Vi-rel muttered, pulling out a transparent cube that pulsed with faint light. It floated above his palm, fragments of energy spinning inside like shards of glass in water.

[Ding. Do you want to process the Skill Cube?]

"Yes."

The skill cube shattered into motes of light that sank into his chest.

[Ding ding!]

[You have received: Space Control (Rank: S+).]

"…Hoh?" Kael Vi-rel blinked. His heart raced. He quickly opened his status window.

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Status Window

Name: Kael Vi-rel

Strength: 16

Magic Power: 28

Speed: 12

Mental Strength: 22

Agility: 12

Intelligence: 5

Stamina: 16

Charm: 4

Sense: 11

Luck: 99

Potential: 220 / 1000

Skills:

Lucky Insight [F/SSS]

Body Strengthening [E/A]

True Scan [E/EX]

New: Space Control [F/S+]

Magic Ruler [D/SSS]

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Kael's lips curved into a grin. "I actually got Space Control… S+! From a cube I looted in the hidden dungeon raid."

He chuckled, rubbing the back of his head. "Hehehe, I can't believe I'm learning a high-class skill even before the main story has kicked off."

[Ding.]

[Notice: Space-related abilities require vivid imagination and strong spatial awareness before you can fully used the skill.]

Kael Vi-rel tapped his chin. So it's not just raw mana consumption. If I can use it exactly when I need it, this could become my ace in quests or when I'm in real danger.

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First Attempt

He raised his palm. "Alright, let's try."

Mana surged around him. The space before his hand shimmered like ripples on water. With a thought, Kael Vi-rel tried to step through it

Woosh!

He stumbled and fell flat on his face, reappearing two meters to the left. His nose throbbed.

"…Ow." He groaned. "Okay, maybe a bit more control."

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Kael Vi-rel focused again, imagining a clear path. This time, he aimed at a wooden dummy across the chamber. Space twisted like glass bending under heat. The dummy's torso stretched unnaturally then snap! the warped portion collapsed inward, slicing the wooden figure in half.

Kael's eyes widened. "Did… I just cut it with space?"

The ground still rippled faintly, small distortions buzzing like invisible blades. He swallowed. If that hit a human body…

Excitement mixed with unease. This isn't just teleportation. It's destruction.

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Kael Vi-rel lost himself in testing.

Short Teleports: Ten meters forward, backward, sideways. Sometimes smooth, sometimes disastrous once he nearly fused into a wall, barely pulling back in time.

Spatial Barriers: Curving the air around him into a bubble that deflected incoming practice spells. The barrier wavered like fragile glass, but it held.

Dimensional Pockets: Tiny rifts opened, pulling in pebbles and broken wood pieces, swallowing them into nothingness. The edges crackled, unstable.

A wrong attempt sent backlash through his body, making his vision spin. Blood rushed to his head, but Kael steadied himself with a grin.

This is insane… A single S+ skill is already this versatile.

Sweat dripped down his chin, his uniform clinging to his back, but his grin never faded. "If I can increase my proficiency, I might be unstoppable."

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A calm, mechanical-yet-familiar voice echoed in his mind.

[Master Kael-nim, you have a schedule a few hours from now.]

Kael Vi-rel blinked. "Oh, right. The meetup with Clara Winslet and Selene Whitmore?"

[Correct.]

Hay, his AI assistant bound to the drone, continued:

[You are also scheduled to attend the Auction House event, and to clear the Perchel Zone hidden dungeon once again in case of a monster resurgence.]

Kael Vi-rel sighed in relief, stretching his sore arms. "Good thing you keep track of these. I would've completely forgotten."

[Of course. It is my role to support you.]

A faint smile tugged at his lips. Without Hay, I'd be drowning in schedules already.

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Reflection

Kael Vi-rel looked around. Wooden dummies lay bisected. The floor was marred with warped tiles and invisible cracks that hummed faintly with residual energy. His chest rose and fell with exhilaration.

"So much to do… Clara Winslet, Selene Whitmore, Auction House, Perchel Zone. And above all, the Black Lands episode and the main questline that's about to start."

He wiped his forehead. His body ached, his mana reserves drained, but his heart was lighter than ever.

"But for now… just this. Right here."

His gaze fixed on the faint ripples of warped space still flickering like mirages.

If I can master this, even before the story begins… I'll be more than just an extra. I'll carve my own path, no matter who tries to sabotage me.

Kael Vi-rel clenched his fists, ready to dive back into the endless sea of distorted space.