I Transmigrated Into the Game as the Luckiest Extra

The opulent, soundproofed door to the private viewing box slid shut behind Kael, leaving the distant roar of the auction floor behind. He let out a long, shaky breath he didn't realize he'd been holding, the tension finally bleeding from his shoulders. Leaning against the cool, marble-lined corridor wall, he materialized the object of his intense bidding war.

"Phew… I finally bought it," he whispered to himself, a wide, triumphant grin spreading across his face. "I was so nervous that someone else would beat me to the bid."

In his hands rested an egg, about the size of a melon. Its shell was a beautiful, marbled obsidian, shot through with deep crimson veins that seemed to pulse with a faint, internal light. It was surprisingly warm to the touch, and if he held it close, he could feel a slow, rhythmic thrumming from within, like a sleeping heartbeat.

"Fortunately, it all worked out. I was able to get it." He ran a thumb over the smooth, hard surface. "If I didn't have a unique appraisal skill, I would have had to give up on it, just like everyone else."

He had seen it the moment it was presented. To the auction house's best appraisers, it was an "Unidentified Petrified Egg of an Extinct race." High value for its rarity, but ultimately a fossil. A collector's item. But Kael's system, enhanced by his absurd luck, had seen through the dormant state. It was a dragon egg, one that hatches not with heat, but with a direct infusion of blood and immense magic power. The process was simple, almost symbiotic. It recognized the first person it saw upon hatching as its parent, forming an unbreakable, lifelong bond.

"If the auction house could have gotten accurate information from it, they never would have sold it for a mere 500 million shards," Kael mused, his grin turning predatory. "This would have been a national-level treasure. Billions, maybe even tens of billions of shards, and it still would have been a bargain."

He carefully placed the priceless egg into his subspace inventory, the world's greatest secret now tucked safely away. "I think I should start heading back to the dorm. It's been a long day."

But as he turned to leave, he paused. A calculated gleam entered his eyes. The auction is over. Lindy Crowe will be leaving soon. This is my only chance. His plan was risky, bordering on insane, but the potential reward was too great to ignore. I should meet with her, see if I can make a connection before heading back.

With his mind made up, he navigated the luxurious, winding corridors toward the exclusive VVIP exit, his heart pounding with a different kind of excitement.

He found her entourage preparing to depart from a private suite, surrounded by a phalanx of stern-faced bodyguards in sharp, black suits. Taking a deep breath, Kael approached. He didn't get within ten feet before a man built like a brick wall stepped into his path, an arm barring his way.

"Hey, please, you can't come here," the bodyguard said, his voice a low, polite growl that promised severe consequences for non-compliance.

"It's just that I have something important to say to her," Kael Vi-rel said, keeping his tone even and non-threatening.

"That's not possible. Turn back," the bodyguard stated, his hand moving subtly toward his side. Kael's senses screamed danger; the man was easily A-rank. There was no way he'd be able to fight his way through. Pleading was his only option.

"No, you don't understand. You need to have a registered appointment. Do you have one?" a second guard chimed in, his eyes scanning Kael from head to toe, dismissing him as no threat.

"It will just take a few minutes of her time, I swear," Kael pressed, deliberately making himself seem like a desperate, harmless cadet.

"No, you should—"

"Let him come."

The voice was as cold and clear as ice, cutting through the tension effortlessly. Lindy Crowe stood by the door of her suite, her arms crossed, her expression an unreadable mask of cool indifference. The bodyguards stepped aside instantly.

She fixed her sharp gaze on him. "Do you have any business with me?"

Kael felt a bead of sweat trickle down his temple. One wrong move, one funny business, and she might just have me thrown off the top of this building. He pushed the thought aside and met her gaze directly.

"To cut to the chase," Kael said, his voice steady. "I know you came here for the slotted Cube Kit. I also know you want to find the Creator who made it. I can tell you who it is."

A flicker of something surprise, maybe crossed her face before it was smoothed away. "Is that true? And why, exactly, should I believe the words of a random academy cadet who ambushed me in a hallway?"

Her advisor, a sour-faced man in an expensive suit, stepped forward. "Indeed! Why should she believe your words? This is clearly a pathetic attempt to curry favor with the Crowe Group!"

Instead of getting defensive, Kael simply reached into his pocket and produced a simple, elegant business card with his name and contact number. He offered it to her.

"Here is my contact information. We can talk more if you call me."

"She asked why she should believe you, you insolent whelp!" the advisor spat.

Kael shrugged, his casual demeanor completely at odds with the tense situation. "Well, you're free to believe whatever you want. I'm just offering information."

Lindy's eyes narrowed slightly. "You understand what happens to people who try to scam a group like the Crowe's, right?"

"Yeah, yeah, I get it. Terrible, painful things," Kael said dismissively. "Look, I have to go. So, are you going to take the card or not?"

The advisor's face turned purple with rage. "Hey! Do your job and get him out of here! Now!"

One of the bodyguards moved to grab Kael's arm, but Lindy's voice stopped him cold.

"Leave him."

The bodyguard froze. The advisor turned to her, sputtering, "But, Director, why?"

"I didn't ask for your opinion," she said, her voice dropping a degree colder. The advisor flinched as if struck and immediately shut up, taking a half-step back.

Lindy's mind was racing. It's easy to assume it's a lie. A scam. But what if it's not? What if he really knows the Creator? His confidence is… unusual. He's not afraid. Or he's an incredible actor. She weighed the infinitesimal risk against the colossal potential reward. There is nothing to lose by taking a piece of paper.

She extended a slender, gloved hand and took the card from him.

"You made the right choice," Kael Vi-rel said with a knowing smile. "Bye." He gave a small wave and walked away, not once looking back.

As Kael made his way toward the main exit, a familiar voice called out.

"Cadet Kael Vi-rel." Mr. Jin stood near the grand entrance, a warm smile on his face. "Are you heading out now?"

"Yes, I have to get back to the dorm," Kael replied, relieved to see a friendly face.

"Okay. It was a pleasure doing business with you. I hope we get to see you again soon," Mr. Jin said, his eyes twinkling with a depth of understanding that went beyond their simple transaction.

"Sure. If our paths cross again, we might be able to see each other," Kael said politely. "Well, see ya."

He walked out into the cool night air, leaving Mr. Jin staring after him. "I hope I get to see the making of a genius Creator and a living legend one day," the team leader murmured to himself.

"Oh, Team Leader Jin? Who was that?" a junior assistant asked, walking up beside him.

Mr. Jin's smile widened. "Well, just someone who is going to shake the very foundations of the world in the near future."

The junior blinked in confusion. "Team Leader, are you okay? I've worked with you for five years and I've never heard you praise someone like that, not even once."

"Well," Mr. Jin said, turning back to the bustling auction hall. "There is a first time for everything." "Oh. Okay, yeah," the junior said, still bewildered.

"Now, get back to work. We need to wrap up the post-auction reports," Mr. Jin commanded, his professional demeanor snapping back into place.

"Yes, sir!"

Back in the quiet solitude of his dorm room, Kael locked the door and let the triumphant energy of the day finally wash over him. He sat on his bed and materialized the dragon egg.

He took out a small, ornate knife, hesitated for only a second, and made a shallow cut on his palm. Dark red blood welled up, and he let it drip onto the egg's shell.

The moment the blood touched it, the egg flared with brilliant light.

[Ding!] [The egg of a Young Dragon [Grade: SS] has absorbed your blood. Affinity is rising.]

A wave of dizziness washed over him. [Master Kael Vi-rel, if you continue giving out your blood at this rate, you are going to pass out from mana exhaustion and anemia,] Hay's voice warned in his mind, laced with genuine concern.

"It's fine…" Kael said, his voice a little shaky as he let more blood drip onto the hungrily absorbing shell.

[Even with high-grade recovery potions, the rate of drain is too much for your body to handle safely! Your vitals are dropping!] Hay insisted.

Another wave of dizziness hit him, and the room tilted precariously. "Oh… okay, you're right. I should stop."

He quickly drank a recovery potion and bandaged his hand, the fatigue hitting him like a physical blow. "I think there is an exam tomorrow. I'd better get some sleep."

With one last, longing look, Kael carefully placed the glowing, blood-fed egg back into his subspace, hiding his world-changing secret away for the night.