Transmigrating as an Extra, But the Heroine Has Regressed?!

The Storm of Attention

Monday morning broke with a restless sky.

By sunrise, a crowd had already gathered outside the gate of the academy.

Dozens of reporters, camera crews, and curious onlookers filled the cobblestone street, their voices merging into a constant buzz of excitement.

Bright banners of various news networks flapped in the chilly wind, and crystal recorders floated in the air, ready to capture every word.

The reason for the uproar was clear, it was about the rescue mission.

Two days earlier, a team of first-year students had returned from a daring mission where they faced two hundred demons.

Against all odds, they survived and brought back some survivors who would have otherwise perished.

The news had spread like wildfire across Arcadia City and even into the neighbor city of Elaris.

Citizens were stunned that a group of students—mere first-years—had accomplished what even trained adventurers might hesitate to attempt.

"Unbelievable!" one reporter exclaimed as he adjusted the crystal lens of his camera.

"First-years defeating two hundred demons? Do they possess secret weapons? Hidden powers?"

"Sources say the battle lasted through the night," another whispered into her floating recorder.

"But details remain unclear. Were the demons part of a larger invasion? Was this an isolated attack?"

The academy gates stood firmly shut.

Two gatekeepers, clad in the uniform of Arcadia security, held their ground as reporters pressed forward.

"Please step back!" one of the gatekeepers barked.

"No unauthorized entry. Academy business is private!"

"But the city has a right to know!" shouted a tall reporter with a notepad glowing faintly from an enchanted ink spell.

"What is Arcadia hiding?"

"Are the students safe?" another demanded.

"Will there be a press statement?"

The gatekeepers stood unyielding, their expressions stern.

Behind them, the lush gardens of the academy swayed calmly in the breeze—a sharp contrast to the chaos outside.

Suddenly, a murmur rippled through the crowd.

From the far end of the street, a polished black carriage rolled slowly toward the gates.

Whispers erupted among the reporters.

"That's the crest of Bighall Academy!"

"The Academy from the Eastern district?"

"What are they doing here?"

As the carriage came to a halt, the door opened.

Stepping down first was a tall man in a deep blue coat trimmed with gold.

The crowd instantly recognized him.

"It's Principal Elric Dunholde," a reporter gasped.

"The head of Bighall Academy himself!"

Behind him were several Bighall teachers and staff.

The group moved quietly.

Cameras flashed. Recorders floated closer.

"Principal Dunholde!" a reporter called out, nearly tripping over his own boots to reach the front.

"Do you have any comments about the recent demon attacks? Is it true that your academy was also involved?"

Another reporter shouted over the noise. "What about the attack in Blackstone Plaza? Is there a connection to the incident at Rotfang Farmstead village?"

Elric paused briefly.

"The Blackstone Plaza incident is not something I can comment on," he said firmly.

"I have no knowledge of its details."

"But Principal," a woman pressed, "your academy's students were seen mobilizing teams.

Surely you—"

Elric raised a gloved hand, and the reporter faltered.

"Our focus," he continued, "has been on our own tragedy. At Rotfang Farmstead, Bighall Academy dispatched a rescue squad. Two of our students fell in that mission. Brave young men and women who gave their lives to protect the innocent. Their sacrifice will not be forgotten."

"We will not remain silent. Bighall Academy will act to ensure such a loss never occurs again."

A heavy hush followed his words. Even the floating recorders seemed to hover more carefully.

Before anyone could ask more, Elric inclined his head politely and gestured to his staff.

Together, they resumed their walk toward the gates.

The reporters surged forward again.

"Principal Dunholde! Will you cooperate with Arcadia on future missions?"

"Do you believe the demons are connected to a larger invasion?"

"What action will Bighall take?"

But Elric offered no further replies. His measured steps carried him straight to the academy entrance, where the Arcadia gatekeepers stepped forward.

The gates groaned as they slowly swung open.

"Principal Dunholde and his staff are permitted entry," one gatekeeper announced.

He cast a sharp glance at the crowd. "Reporters remain outside. No exceptions."

The reporters protested loudly, their voices overlapping in a chaotic storm of questions.

"Why can they go in while we wait?"

"We need answers for the public!"

"Is Arcadia hiding the first-year team?"

The gatekeepers stood like stone.

"No press beyond this point," one repeated. With a final nod, the Bighall delegation passed through, the gates clanging shut behind them.

As the crowd buzzed with frustration, the whispers of opportunity began to spread among the civilians gathered at the edges.

The Elaris City!

Merchants, adventurers, and guild representatives had mingled with the reporters, hoping to catch a glimpse of the heroes of the hour.

"They're only first-years?" muttered a burly man wearing a black leather vest with.

His thought gleamed with interest. "Imagine what they could do after graduation."

A woman in a red cloak, clearly a recruiter for the Silver Fang Adventurer Guild, crossed her arms thoughtfully.

"If they can take down two hundred demons at their age, we should approach them now. Lock them into a contract before another guild does."

"I heard there's a boy among them," another whispered, "who wields a sword heavier than any knight's. And a girl who is a swordsman and also strong. We can't miss this chance."

From merchants to mercenary guild leaders, everyone smelled opportunity.

Rumors spread of lucrative offers being drafted on the spot: promises of gold, equipment, and training if the students would pledge themselves to a guild after graduation.

"Find their names," one guild agent ordered an assistant quietly.

"I want a list of every member of that rescue team. The moment the academy releases them, we start negotiations."

The assistant nodded and darted off into the crowd, crystal tablet in hand.

Inside the academy, Behind closed doors, faculty and administrators held urgent meetings, aware that the world outside was already turning the young rescuers into legends.

Within the medical wing, the heroes themselves remained unaware of the storm brewing beyond the gates.

Kael still lay unconscious.

Elysia was training in the private training room, while Cecelia paced the hallway, anxious to see Kael awaken.

Edwin and Jin exchanged low words about the next steps.

None of them yet knew that their names were already echoing through Arcadia and Elaris City.

Outside, the reporters continued their relentless questioning, their floating recorders capturing every rumor, every hint of tension.