I Transmigrated Into the Game as the Luckiest Extra

The thought of the obsessive fighter sent an involuntary shiver down Kael's spine. That lunatic was probably at the academy's training area right this moment, shadow-boxing with the air while waiting for him to appear for their so-called daily spar.

Kael grimaced. The guy had the tenacity of a starving dog clingy, relentless, and utterly impervious to rejection. The last time Kael had agreed to spar, he'd ended up half-dead from exhaustion, while his opponent had grinned like it was a festival. The worst part? The fighter had wanted to go for a second round immediately after.

It was a good thing he didn't have Kael's private contact information. If he did, Kael had no doubt his messages would be flooded with invitations to fight at all hours of the day.

I'll have to make sure to avoid him at all costs, Kael thought firmly. Otherwise, I'll never get anything done.

Just as he was shaking off the mental image of the obsessive fighter dragging him into another death match, a man in a sharp, dark suit appeared from the crowd. His movements were silent, his steps purposeful like a blade sliding cleanly from its sheath.

"Cadet Kael Vi-rel?" the man asked, his voice smooth and professional. "You are the one who made the private appraisal appointment, I presume?"

Kael blinked, startled from his thoughts, then straightened. "Hello, yes. Nice to meet you."

The man gave a curt nod. "I am the team leader for the Creator Acquisitions department. You may call me Mr. Jin." He offered a slight bow as he extended a sleek, metallic business card.

Kael accepted the card, the cool surface pressing against his fingers. Elegant text was engraved in flawless silver script:

Danon Auction House

Acquisitions Team Leader: Jin

Kael's eyebrows rose. Danon Auction House, huh? No wonder their reputation is untouchable.

Unlike smaller guild markets, Danon didn't just trade wealth they traded influence. Their auctions were whispered about across kingdoms, where priceless treasures changed hands for astronomical sums. Every corporate guild dreamed of having Danon connections, but very few ever succeeded. The fact that Kael was standing here now, card in hand, wasn't something he could take lightly.

His gaze flicked back to Mr. Jin. The man didn't radiate an aura of power, nor did he flaunt flashy skills, but Kael recognized the quiet pressure of someone who had seen countless fortunes and legends pass beneath his hands. He was no ordinary employee he was a gatekeeper of value, a man who decided whether something was worthy of the stage.

"Follow me, if you would," Mr. Jin said, his tone courteous but brisk.

They passed through a side corridor that muffled the noise of the bustling hall outside. The walls were lined with subtle mana-wards, designed to ensure privacy. When they reached a polished door of darkwood, Mr. Jin pushed it open, gesturing Kael inside.

The appraisal room was minimalist yet luxurious. A broad table draped in black velvet dominated the center, its sheen catching the faint light of enchanted lamps overhead. The faint scent of sandalwood hung in the air, mingling with something sharper ozone, from protective barriers woven into the room itself.

Mr. Jin sat with composed elegance, folding his hands neatly atop the velvet surface. "Now then. What is it that you've brought for us today?"

Kael didn't answer. Not with words.

He raised his hand, summoning his Codex. The air shimmered as the system interface unfolded, glowing faintly like translucent glass etched with runes. With a smooth flick of his wrist, he materialized a collection of items, placing them with deliberate care upon the velvet.

The atmosphere shattered.

The table became a shrine of power, each artifact pulsing with restrained energy.

An eight-slotted Attribute Cube Kit, its surface rippling with iridescent hues, like liquid rainbow light frozen into a crystalline frame.

Two two-slotted Attribute Cube Kits, glowing steadily, their lattice-like patterns resonating faintly with one another.

Four Formation Objects, carved from obsidian-like stone, their glowing sigils shifting and bending space around them in impossible geometries.

And finally, two massive Spire Fragments, each crystal shard humming with an otherworldly pink radiance the kind capable of forming a small, independent Gate.

Mr. Jin's composure cracked. His eyes widened. For a heartbeat, the mask of professionalism slipped, replaced by naked shock. A sharp intake of breath broke the silence before he caught himself, straightening, though the tremor in his hands betrayed him.

"May I… may I please take a closer look?" His voice, once smooth and steady, now carried the reverence of a priest before holy relics.

"Yes," Kael said simply, leaning back in his chair.

With trembling precision, Mr. Jin donned a pair of immaculate white gloves. He reached first for the eight-slotted Cube Kit, cradling it as though it were a newborn child. His breath caught again.

"Incredible…" he whispered. "The density of mana, the refinement of the latticework—the material alone is rarer than diamonds. And yet… it is perfect. Beyond perfect. This shouldn't even exist outside of experimental archives."

He set it down gently, as though it might vanish if he handled it too roughly. His eyes darted to the smaller kits, then to the Formation Objects, tracing every groove with unblinking focus.

"Each of these objects alone could ignite a bidding war among the top corporate guilds," he murmured. "To present all of them together… Cadet, do you understand the magnitude of what you've brought me?"

Kael said nothing. He watched, calm and composed, as the man's certainty unraveled with each new inspection.

When Mr. Jin's gaze finally fell upon the Spire Fragments, his composure broke entirely. His hands quivered as he held one up to the light, the pink glow refracting across his pale face.

"This is…" His voice faltered. "This is a fragment of a Spire Core. Do you realize how many empires have burned themselves to ash fighting over even a single shard of this?" He lowered the fragment with visible effort, his throat dry. "Tell me where did you possibly discover a trove like this? An uncharted ruin? A fallen Gate? Some kind of forgotten vault?"

Kael met his wide-eyed stare without blinking. The corners of his mouth lifted, just enough to hint at a smile. His words came steady, measured, and unshakable.

"I didn't find them," he said.

"I made them."