Transmigrating as an Extra, But the Heroine Has Regressed?!-Chapter 74: "He is not normal"

Another student tried to cast a barrier spell, but the assassin struck through it with a twisted blade of mana formed in his hand. The barrier cracked instantly, and the attacker was knocked unconscious before he could scream.

Each strike was raw power fueled by rage, all the technique and skills were gone and there was just destruction.

From the infirmary, a light breeze passed through the shattered windows.

Inside, Cecelia turned sharply. "What was that sound?"

Kael was on the edge of his bed, still recovering.

(Something’s wrong.) Cecelia thought.

Another boom echoed across the sky. Distant screaming followed.

Cecelia stood. (the explosion! Was that sound came from the explosion)

Back at the training ground, chaos reigned.

More students rushed toward the sound, but the assassin spun around with unnatural speed, smashing the ground with his foot. Jagged spikes of corrupted mana erupted beneath them, knocking several students away as they tried to intercept him.

Blood sprayed across the grass as two more students were struck down by a flying piece of debris.

Meanwhile, Edwin and Riku, still inside Edwin’s private training chamber, paused mid-clash.

Their swords clanged once more before they both stepped back, breathing heavily.

(That explosion again?) Edwin thought.

Edwin narrowed his eyes. (Is it his raw power?)

They stared at each other for a moment longer, then simultaneously turned toward the chamber exit.

On the opposite end of the Academy, Elysia and Jin arrived at the gate.

The sight before them was horrifying—scorch marks along the ground, shattered stone, a giant crack running down the magical barrier that once protected the Academy’s entrance.

Elysia’s eyes widened. "Someone got through"

"No," Jin said, drawing his blade. "Something forced its way through."

Far ahead of them, smoke continued to rise from the training fields.

The assassin, now fully gripped by madness, stood in the center of ground zero, his head tilted slightly as if listening to invisible whispers.

His cracked lips formed a twisted grin.

More students ran.

He began to walk forward slowly, dragging a dark blade forged from condensed madness behind him, leaving a trail of blackened grass in his wake.

His voice, finally rising, sounded like a dozen layered whispers all speaking in sync.

"I’ll kill them all..."

And then—

BOOOOMMM!

Across from him, Riku crouched low, sword in hand, his eyes locked on Edwin with razor-sharp focus.

(I am all going out now) Edwin.

(This is no longer just a spar)

Their swords clashed, sending a sharp ring echoing through the training grounds. Riku gritted his teeth and slid back a few feet, digging his boots into the dirt to hold his ground.

"You are strong, Edwin, I have underestimated you." Riku muttered, wiping a thin line of blood from his lip. "But I’m not going down that easily."

"You’re strong too," Edwin replied, lifting his blade again. "But this fight... I won’t lose it."

He closed his eyes for a brief moment. Then lights began to glow around his neck and shoulder suddenly began to pulse. The rune engraved before—one he had activated, he used it.

(I haven’t used the skills yet. And I will use it now.)

A sudden gust blew outward from him, forcing nearby dust to wash away by wind.

Edwin’s aura changed. His once calm stance now radiated with overwhelming force.

"Ruin Form: Valor Burst." Edwin’s voice dropped, laced with power. His body shimmered with pale light, and his speed multiplied. Within the blink of an eye, he was upon Riku again.

CLANG!

Riku barely managed to block, his arms shaking violently as their blades met. Sparks flew, the shockwave pushing back even the nearby spectators.

(Damn it...!) Riku’s thoughts raced. His power... it’s doubled. Maybe even tripled!

(I can feel my own strength) Edwin smirked, swinging with brutal precision.

Riku grunted, stepping back, narrowly avoiding another slash that grazed his shoulder. He winced but stood tall, eyes narrowed.

"I won’t run away!" Riku roared, slamming his blade into the ground for support before launching forward again. "Let’s see how long you can hold that form!"

The next few moments were chaos—metal against metal, footwork clashing, blades spinning.

Riku relied on his agility, ducking under Edwin’s powerful swings, counterattacking when he saw even the slightest opening.

But Edwin was relentless. His enhanced strength broke through Riku’s guard again and again. His strikes felt like thunder—unstoppable and heavy.

With a powerful upward slash, Edwin sent Riku flying backward. The ground cracked beneath him as he landed on his side.

The dust cleared.

Riku slowly got to his feet, coughing, his grip trembling around his sword.

This is bad, he thought. (I can’t beat him like this. But I can’t give up either... not from the first year loser.)

He steadied himself.

(I never thought I’d say this) Riku muttered, raising his sword with a shaky hand.

".. you really are a monster, Edwin."

Edwin stepped forward. "You are stronger than me, I just used the skill that I acquired."

Just as Edwin prepared his final strike, a loud, unnatural shriek cut through the air.

KA-BOOOM!

A section of the training field’s outer wall exploded in a rain of stone and dust.

The battle paused.

Both Edwin and Riku shielded their eyes from the debris. As the dust settled, they turned toward the breach—and froze.

Through the cracked wall, inside the deeper training zone, they saw a brutal clash unfolding.

Suddenly, an assassin burst through the broken wall, landing in the middle of the open training grounds.

Their eyes were bloodshot, veins bulging unnaturally. Their mouths were twisted into wide, sickening grins, like they were enjoying some kind of twisted game. They didn’t move like normal people—their bodies jerked and darted through the air like puppets with broken strings.

Their blades spun wildly, slashing at anything nearby without control. They leaped high, flipped mid-air, and crashed down again, only to jump back up instantly. It was like they felt no pain, no fear—only madness.

His movements were completely erratic, unpredictable and violent—not human at all.

In the middle of the chaos stood Jin, his body surrounded by dusts. His clothes were singed, and his fists glowed, ready to strike. Beside him stood Elysia, calm yet fierce. She held sword, one in each hand, her stance firm like a flowing river ready to flood.