Transmigrated as an Extra: Awakening of The Ex‐Class”

Under the watchful eyes of some teachers and students, Cyan Vesper went straight to Class A.

Class A had the highest ranking students, the best facilities and staff, and it could be said that only the best prodigies and geniuses of an era were in it.

I honestly didn't know if it would be a good thing or a bad thing.

I could be in contact with the protagonists, but if possible, I'd rather not interfere with the plot. The only thing that gives me a sense of security in this world is knowing what will happen. If I lose that, I don't know what will become of me.

That's why I wanted to remain low-key, but I think that's no longer possible.

The whispering of the students was very obvious:

"Cyan Vesper? Is that the famous genius? He seems so ordinary... although, now that I think about it, there's nothing wrong with it."

"What are you talking about? Have you seen those dead fish eyes?"

The topic of conversation, of course, was me. I was exhausted, I didn't expect it to be this tiring, but I tried to keep a calm expression, looking for a seat to settle in.

There were times when I tried to connect with my classmates, but in the end I regretted it. The class was full of rather peculiar kids, and it made me feel uncomfortable.

Who among them wasn't the daughter or son of some important clan, a renowned company, or a privileged family? I thought about asking the protagonist for help, but as the groups formed, he was already surrounded. He seemed like a magnet to attract people.

"Haha"... this is going to be pretty exhausting

The semester had finally begun, classes started as early as 8am, bored I dropped my head on the desk and briefly closed my eyes...

Unfortunately a loud voice woke me up

"Well, students, since today is the first day, there will be no special training. Oh, right. I haven't introduced myself yet..."

"I am instructor Veronica Glass and I will be in charge of class A."

When instructor Veronica introduced herself, exclamations erupted throughout the room. "Veronica Glass?!" was heard from one side, while from the other someone murmured quietly, "I can't believe I'm here..." The murmur quickly grew and surprise filled the air.

It was none other than her, the bearer of Balmung. With her honey-colored eyes and orange hair, she stood out among everyone. Accompanied by her 1.50 cm height, There she was, the only known Dragon Slayer in the world.

"As I was saying, the schedule is a little tight, but since it's your first day, I'll excuse you from physical activities. Instead, we'll begin with the weapon selection."

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The weapon selection test is one of the most important events in NOVA...

In particular, being one of the first training institutions, it has specialized equipment in the creation of weapons, manufacturing of tools and magic pills...

To summarize, "NOVA Academy did not lend tools" they simply gave them to the students, but it was not something as simple as taking it and that's it, you had to be worthy of it.

"From now on, you will choose the weapon you will use in school."

When the teacher's voice fell, we finally arrived. Around, I could see a gloomy, dark and gloomy place, like a swamp. A dense fog obscured everything, and weapons stuck in the ground dominated the view. From swords and axes to arrows and spears, all kinds of tools were there, some so black that they were scary, others so white and pure that it almost felt profane to look at them. Some swords were broken, while others remained, suspended in the air as if they were embedded in the sky. But the most disconcerting of all was a voice that rang in my ears.

"It's incredible" it was interesting to see with my own eyes one of the most emblematic places in the novel

"Nazareth Tomb" yes, the place we had arrived at, the cemetery of souls where the weapons of the warriors who once bravely rose up in a war that left millions dead and almost ended the world rest.

All the weapons in this place are special. They are imbued with a will so strong that they choose their bearer, creating a phenomenon called resonance. Of course, it's not the only way to control them; you can also try to subdue them with a more powerful will. But if you fail, the consequences are serious: you can be seriously injured, and even die. That's why no one in their right mind would dare to try something like that.

The Nazareth Tomb is divided into three levels: the lowest, the middle, and the upper, starting from the hillside. Students are not prohibited from entering any of them; the school gives them the freedom to explore any level, although at their own risk. On the lower level, you will find earth-type weapons, ranging from rank F to D. On the middle level, you will find spirit-type weapons, ranging from rank C to A. Finally, on the upper level, you will find weapons of much higher ranks. That is, of course, if you actually manage to survive.

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The students began to enter the swamp, separating into groups. Some, more cautious, stayed on the lower level, while others, more daring, continued on. I, for my part, remained near the entrance, hesitating. However, I gathered my courage and, with determination, set foot inside the tomb.

Thumm...

A shudder ran through the entire place. The ground vibrated loudly, and a sense of chaos took over the atmosphere. Everyone present stood bewildered, looking around, but soon, all eyes converged on me.

Every person there stared in disbelief at what was in front of them, as if they were bowing, waiting to be recognized. Thousands of weapons bowed towards me, welcoming me. At the same time, a majestic aura surrounded my body, preventing them from getting close.

Tring!

[The Thousand, Weapons Master Skill Reacts Strongly]

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[The Thousand, Weapons Master Skill Reacts Strongly]

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The system notifications kept coming at me, and Like a sea that opens into two.Thousand weapons moved out of the way.

I moved forward slowly, as if something was calling me. My body moved on its own, crossing to the next level without resistance. Mesmerized, I continued forward, but what I saw did not change; in fact, it got worse. Some of the weapons vibrated violently, shaking and making thunderous noises, seeming to have a life of their own, but something held them trapped, preventing them from fully rising.

Some of the weapons, which had already forged a bond with their wielder, were disrupted by my presence alone. It was as if something invisible stripped them of their connection, and in a sudden burst, their bonds were completely broken. Others, unable to resist, ended up shattered, crumbling under the force of that break. The unconscious or blood-spitting students looked at me with resentment and fear, but I continued forward, unaware of my surroundings until I reached a huge waterfall, above the chasm was a piece of worn metal, whose faint glow exuded an indescribable, mystical force.