I Transmigrated Into the Game as the Luckiest Extra

"I should raid a hidden dungeon next. That's where the truly rare materials are… and where I'll grow stronger. Strong enough to handle this power I've created."

The chamber, which had felt so momentous, now seemed confining, the air too heavy with the scent of his own ambition. Kael Vi-rel picked up the sealed box, its unassuming weight a stark contrast to its terrifying potential, and tucked it carefully into the deepest, most secure slot of his inventory, securing it behind multiple protective locks.

Dusting himself off, he strode toward the dungeon exit, his steps sure and steady.

"Well then," he murmured, his voice light but his gaze burning with a fire that could reshape the world, "let's head out."

For the first time in a long, long while, Kael Vi-rel didn't feel like just another pawn surviving in a world of predetermined rules. He felt like the one shaping it.

A few hours later.

"Haa…"

The sound that escaped Kael Vi-rel's mouth was less of a sigh and more of a dying groan. His shoulders slumped, his body dragging itself across the room as though weighed down by invisible chains. Every step echoed the truth of his exhaustion. He looked like a man returning from war except his battlefield wasn't glorious, it was just another dungeon raid.

Raiding dungeons was bad enough. But raiding dungeons and stealing items from them? That was a nightmare. Kael's half-closed eyes looked hollow, and when he finally reached a chair, he collapsed into it with all the grace of a collapsing sack of potatoes.

His bones creaked. His muscles screamed. His spirit wept.

"Simple jobs with repetitive tasks are too hard…" Kael Vi-rel muttered weakly, his head lolling back against the wooden rest. "I don't even have enough strength hell, not even enough energy to keep going. What kind of life is this…? When will I stop suffering like this?"

His voice cracked halfway through, frustration and resignation blending together into a pitiful mixture. But of course, no one was around to hear him. No audience. No sympathetic ear. Just him and the silence of his misery.

The silence lingered, stretching thin, broken only by the faint rasp of his labored breathing.

"…I could just quit the academy," Kael Vi-rel whispered at last. The thought had been circling his mind for days now, growing louder each time he returned battered and drained. "Yeah, just quit this nonsense. Find some small job, live out my second chance in peace. I don't need to keep throwing myself into this insanity."

For a moment, he allowed himself to imagine it. A quiet life, far away from dungeons, away from bloodshed, away from the chaos of training. Maybe working at a shop. Maybe fishing by a river. Something simple. Something human.

But the fantasy crumbled almost as quickly as it formed. His gaze dimmed.

"…But." His voice grew soft, almost a whisper. "In the game's storyline… a disaster is going to happen in the near future. If I just quit… won't I just get swallowed along with everyone else?"

The thought pressed down on his chest like a boulder. There was no escape, not really. He could run, but the ending would still find him.

Kael Vi-rel leaned back, staring at the cracked ceiling above. It looked ready to collapse, and honestly, he wouldn't have minded if it did.

"Haa…" This time, his sigh was more disbelief than exhaustion.

The creak of footsteps pulled him from his spiraling thoughts. Light, confident steps too light to belong to someone beaten down like him. He tilted his head lazily, not even bothering to sit up, and his lips twitched into a grimace.

"…Ha. There she comes," he muttered.

Selene Whitmore.

Her golden hair caught the glow of the lanterns, strands gleaming faintly like threads of sunlight. That usual bright smile of hers was already plastered across her face, as if she'd been born with it. She walked like she owned the space, cheer radiating from her in waves.

"Hey, hey! What's up, Kael Vi-rel?" she called out, her voice carrying that annoyingly cheerful tone.

Kael Vi-rel narrowed his eyes at her. What's up with her? Don't tell me she's bringing trouble with her again…

Selene stopped in front of him, leaning forward slightly with her hands on her hips, grin widening like she had some kind of secret.

"So…" She dragged the word out mischievously. "When should we go on our dat— I mean, mission. The assassination work."

Her voice dipped awkwardly at the slip, but she didn't flinch. She simply carried on, eyes sparkling as though nothing out of the ordinary had been said.

Kael Vi-rel's shoulders stiffened. He stared at her silently. "…."

Why… why does she make it sound so much worse than it already is?

Selene Whitmore tapped her finger against her chin, humming. "What about tomorrow evening? That should be fine, right?"

Her smile brightened, so dazzling that it made Kael instinctively rub his temple as though shielding himself from sunlight.

"I shouldn't have agreed to this in the first place…" he muttered under his breath.

But then his eyes landed on her face again, and he swore it shone even brighter like some halo of pure radiance was being emitted directly at him. It wasn't fair. Who was supposed to argue against someone who looked like that?

I need to come up with an excuse. Anything to stall her.

Clearing his throat, Kael Vi-rel forced himself to speak. "Ah, no. You still need to train more before the effect of Lucky Insight fades completely. Go train a bit more first."

Selene Whitmore blinked once, tilting her head. Her expression turned thoughtful. "Really? Hm… okay, I never thought of that."

She tapped her chin again, nodding to herself as though she'd just received divine wisdom.

Kael Vi-rel let out the breath he'd been holding. Yes. Perfect. Let's distract her like this so she won't bring up the mission again.

Unfortunately, his mutter slipped out.

"What did you say?" Selene Whitmore asked, tilting her head.

Kael Vi-rel straightened immediately. "Ah nothing. I didn't say anything."

Her eyes narrowed for a moment, suspicious. But then she shrugged, smile returning like nothing had happened.

"Then… where are we going to train? Should we train in the back alley downtown or what?" she asked casually.

Kael Vi-rel blinked. "…Huh? Why should we go there to train?"

"Why wouldn't we?" she shot back instantly.

"No, I'm asking why. Why would anyone go to the back alley for training?"

Selene Whitmore clasped her hands behind her back, rocking lightly on her heels as she answered in the most natural tone, "Why you ask? Of course, that's because we need to train in a crowded area so we can observe potential targets!"

Kael Vi-rel dragged a hand down his face. "…A crowded area?"

"Yes, yes!" Her eyes sparkled with excitement.

Kael Vi-rel's mind was full of question marks. A crowded place, for an assassin-in-training like Selene Whitmore… does she really think that's training? Isn't that just… pure fighting in chaos?

He groaned.

The back alley wasn't just any place. It was infamous swarming with cutthroats, mercenaries, and thieves who thrived in the shadows. A place where assassination requests changed hands like cheap goods, where danger lurked in every corner.

Yes, it was a place to "blend in." Yes, it was a place where dirty work could be practiced. But it was also a place where everything could go wrong at the blink of an eye.

Kael Vi-rel's gaze flicked back to Selene Whitmore. She was humming cheerfully, completely pleased with herself for coming up with such a "brilliant idea."

I forgot. Her mind works in a completely different way from the rest of us.

"What the hell did I get myself into?" Kael muttered, pressing a hand against his aching head.

Selene Whitmore tilted her head. "Hmm?"

He waved her off. "Forget it. But your training should be in a proper area a training field, far away. A place where you can focus on long-distance evasion, peaceful repetition. Somewhere safe."

Selene's face immediately twisted, like he had just told her she wasn't allowed dessert after dinner.

"Ah, is that so? What a boring way to train…" She pouted dramatically, lips forming a little pout. But then her expression flipped in an instant, grin returning with twice the mischief. "But I guess it's also a good way to draw aggro!"

Kael Vi-rel froze. His jaw dropped. "…Aggro? Did you seriously just say aggro? What kind of girl are you?"

Selene Whitmore only laughed, her mischievous smile stretching wider, almost feline.

Kael leaned back in his chair, covering his face with one hand, his soul visibly leaving his body.

This girl… she was going to be the end of him.

"You both came early," Clara Winslet said as she stepped down from the bus, her shoes making a soft thud against the gravel. She adjusted the strap of her satchel, eyes flicking between the two figures waiting near the stop.

There was a faint smile on her lips, but it faltered when she noticed the way Kael was sitting arms loosely folded, gaze unfocused, his usual sharpness dulled.

"What's wrong?" Clara added, her tone quieter this time, more searching than casual.

"It is nothing," Kael Vi-rel muttered, shaking his head. His raven-black hair shifted slightly with the movement, but he didn't quite meet her eyes. His voice carried the weight of dismissal, as though he was trying to convince himself as much as her.

Clara narrowed her eyes, not entirely convinced. The morning breeze carried the faint scent of damp earth, and for a moment, silence stretched between