I Transmigrated Into the Game as the Luckiest Extra

It had been a whole week since the exam on the island. The chaos of the moth monster attack still lingered in whispers across the academy. For most cadets, that ordeal had been a terrifying brush with death, a scar on their pride and memories they wished to forget. But for Kael Vi-rel, it had left him with something far stranger, something he hadn't planned for.

In his room, carefully stored within a reinforced crystal casing, rested an SS-rank dragon egg. Its shell glowed faintly with veins of golden light, like molten rivers trapped beneath the surface. A treasure beyond imagination, coveted by kingdoms, guilds, and hunters alike and now it was in Kael's possession.

The problem was simple yet deadly: he didn't know how much blood or magical power it required to awaken. He had administered the golden dust he'd obtained, a rare catalyst meant to strengthen potential, but beyond that, he was fumbling in the dark. One mistake and the egg could wither. One slip, and it could explode with destructive backlash. The immense power contained within its shell was a double-edged sword, a promise of greatness that could just as easily lead to ruin.

Kael Vi-rel sighed, running a hand through his messy hair. This is too big for me right now. I'll figure it out… later. For now, I need to attend class.

He straightened his uniform, a simple dark tunic and trousers, a stark contrast to the reinforced armor he had worn just days before. He tucked the egg safely under a series of protective wards, a complex web of runes he had spent hours drawing to ensure its security. With a final glance at the faintly glowing shell, he headed out.

When he entered the classroom, curious eyes followed him. The atmosphere shifted, hushed murmurs spreading like wildfire.

"That guy's up to something weird again."

"I swear, he's raising something strange…"

"Well, it's Kael Vi-rel. He always does bizarre things."

But not everyone's tone carried disdain. Some spoke with cautious curiosity, their voices hushed as they studied him from a distance.

"No, but… look at him carefully. Doesn't he look… different?"

"Yeah. His face has it gotten… sharper? Handsome, even?"

It was subtle, but Kael Vi-rel had indeed changed since the island. His aura was calmer, steadier, but there was a quiet intensity about him now that unsettled those who watched too long. His eyes, once shrouded in a layer of detachment, now held a deep, unreadable resolve. The boy who had been a mystery was now a secret.

Before the whispers could grow louder, a firm, commanding voice rang from the front.

"Hello, everyone."

The cadets' gazes shifted to the podium. A tall man with a confident presence stood there, his eyes sharp yet carrying a trace of warmth. His short, dark hair was neatly styled, and his posture was as straight as a spear. He radiated an energy that was both powerful and perfectly controlled.

"Long time no see. I am Ronan Wolfe. Nice to meet you all again."

The room stirred in recognition.

"Ronan Wolfe…?"

"The one who guided us during the entrance practical skill exam…"

"Wait that's an S-class hero, isn't it?"

Indeed, Ronan Wolfe was a figure of renown. Unlike the regular instructors, who were usually B-class or at best A-class, his presence carried the weight of someone who had fought on the frontlines of countless life-and-death battles. He had the kind of calm that came from knowing he could handle any threat, no matter how catastrophic. Just standing there, he seemed larger than life, radiating a silent pressure that reminded the cadets of their insignificance.

Kael's eyes narrowed slightly. An S-class? Here? That's unusual.

The hierarchy was cruel but clear. A-class and S-class were separated by a single letter, but the gap was like heaven and earth. A-class heroes could protect cities. S-class heroes could protect nations. Crossing that line was not a matter of effort alone it demanded a kind of spiritual and physical fortitude that bordered on the miraculous.

I need to reach that level quickly, Kael Vi-rel thought, his gaze fixed on Ronan Wolfe. But the distance is still too far. Actions will matter more than words… and endurance will be the only bridge.

Ronan's gaze swept across the classroom, pausing briefly on Kael as though he had sensed something off. He didn't react, though. He simply offered a faint smile and spoke again.

"First, congratulations. You all came back safely from the exam. Survival itself is proof of your potential."

A faint murmur rippled through the students. Some lowered their heads, remembering those who hadn't returned. Others clenched their fists, determined to never be weak again.

"But survival is only the beginning," Ronan Wolfe continued. His voice was calm, yet every word carried the weight of command. "What awaits you in the future will not be easier. Crisis will come sooner than you think. If you wish to endure, you must be ready to bleed, to suffer, and to overcome. This is the price of becoming a true hero."

His words settled into the room like heavy stones. Even the arrogant cadets who often scoffed at lectures found themselves silent, their bravado melting away under the weight of his experience. He spoke with a quiet certainty that made the dangers ahead feel not like a distant possibility, but an unavoidable reality.

Then, Ronan's tone lightened slightly. "Now, let's get to today's highlight."

The students perked up. The tension that had filled the room was replaced by a buzz of anticipation.

"For the first two weeks," he explained, "regardless of the weapon you chose, you studied the common foundational subjects. That was necessary to build your basics. But starting from this week, you will begin specialized training based on the weapon you selected during the entrance practical exam."

Murmurs broke out again, this time tinged with excitement.

"Finally, specialized training!"

"I can finally focus on my spear techniques!"

"This is where we start pulling ahead."

Kael's expression remained unreadable, but his thoughts stirred. Specialized training meant real progress, and progress meant power. He needed power more than anyone else power to control the dragon egg, power to protect himself from the crises he knew were coming. He couldn't afford to be just another student; he had to be stronger, faster, and more ruthless than all of them.

Ronan Wolfe gestured toward the center of the stage. With a wave of his hand, a shimmering circle of light appeared, and within it materialized racks of weapons swords, spears, bows, daggers, staves, and more.