Reborn As An Extra In My Own Novel-Chapter 37: Monday Classes [1]

March 25, 2036—

First class on Monday: Revision of Theoretical Combat.

Ordinarily, this would have been the second class of the year, but it was likely rescheduled due to the Nefertari incident.

Neko-sensei stood before the entire cohort of first-years as we walked down the pristine white corridor of the weapon gallery.

There were no obstacles, nor any visible doors. According to tales circulated by the third-years, the gallery was impenetrable vault that only a select few instructors could navigate its entrance.

This was the story a boy from Class D, walking behind me, was animatedly sharing with his friend.

’Kids really say the wildest things... Then again, I’m a kid too.’ I shook my head, causing Amy to glance at me with concern.

"Kai, are you sick? Amy has been worried about you since we returned from the dungeon." Her face looked like she was on the verge of tears. "Are you going to die? Were you possessed?"

The rest of the students turned their attention to us. The reason I didn’t mind was simple.

The rumor that Amy and I were dating had already made its rounds across the academy. Because of this, most female students kept their distance from me, something I welcomed.

’Who doesn’t enjoy peace and quiet?’

"Today, first-years will be selecting their weapons and mage combat suits," Neko-sensei announced. "Please note, once selected, items cannot be returned or exchanged. You will use them until the end of your first year."

A boy with a shiny bald head, gleaming under the warm white lighting, raised his hand and asked, "Miss, what rank are the vestiges within the gallery?"

Before Neko-sensei could respond, his friend; a girl with black hair, smacked him on the head. "Leo, that’s not the question you were supposed to ask. Is your brain becoming as empty as your..."

She paused as her eyes shifted from Leo, who looked both furious and tearful, to the rest of the class watching them.

The class erupted in laughter at their exchange, even I couldn’t help but chuckle.

"Your brain is as empty as your baldness," Matt whispered beside me, his steps in sync with mine.

"You could get in trouble for that," I replied, trying to suppress my own laughter.

"But you want to laugh too, don’t you? I never want to be bald." His tone balanced between jest and sincerity.

"Just the thought of myself bald is enough to depress me." I added, my mind conjuring up an image of Kaiser’s bald physique.

Amy pouted and overtook Matt. "Amy wouldn’t mind if Kai went bald. It might actually suit you."

"Hahaha." I heard the simultaneous laughter from Matt and Hari, who had joined us along the path. "Oppa without hair? That would be so funny." She said, ignoring the fact the we were in public.

My face flushed red for a moment as the class joined in the laughter. "When did this become about me?" I whispered to myself.

Leo suddenly appeared, gripping my shoulder. "Don’t worry, Kai, we’re in this together."

"But I’m not bald, though."

Leo simply gave me a thumbs-up. "Bro..." he said, dramatically drawing out the word.

’What the hell is wrong with everyone today?’

Neko-sensei cleared her throat, her voice clearly amused by the commotion. "That’s enough, freshers."

The hallway fell silent as she raised a white key and inserted it into the air. With a snap, a door materialized, revealing a vast chamber awash in neon blue hues. Display cases lined the room, housing various weapons, even magical staves.

"Do not rush. Enter one at a time," she instructed.

Ignoring her warning, the students surged forward. Leo vanished from my side, shouting, "First come, first served! Don’t start with that royalty nonsense!"

If not for my clairvoyance, I wouldn’t have known it was him.

In his view, no one could punish him for disrespecting royalty.

In THD, society was structured by a strict hierarchy: at the base were the commoners—those deemed even less than human, living in the streets or in Meltonia’s power-starved districts.

Next came the privileged—those with slightly more means than commoners. They lived modest lives, not extravagant, comparable to average citizens back on Earth. Most low-ranking mages fell into this category.

Above them were the nobles or high-rankers. Unlike in medieval fantasy, nobility wasn’t inherited but earned. Families proficient in commerce or comprising powerful mages could be granted noble titles, lands, and unimaginable wealth.

At the top was royalty—kings, queens, emperors, popes, or anyone wielding immense authority over a nation.

This societal ladder demanded that commoners naturally show deference to royals, even within the academy.

That’s why Leo kept his voice low, and why Frieren Hohenzollern had been furious at my earlier comment.

’And I got mad at her?’ In that moment, I had completely forgotten I wasn’t an Earthling anymore. In truth, even if she was a spoiled princess, the incident wasn’t entirely her fault.

Still, I did gain something from it. ’If I get the chance, I’ll apologize.’

I slowly stepped into the dim room, which smelled distinctly of new shoes.

Taking a deep breath, a pang of nostalgia hit me. ’I used to be obsessed with the smell of new shoes and Christmas.’

"I was obsessed with the smell of new shoes before... That’s what you’re thinking, right?" Hari stood beside me, standing perfectly straight.

"You brat."

"Oh, oppa, what are you planning to do to me? I’ll scream for help!" she teased, wrapping her arms around herself.

Sighing, I asked, "Aren’t you going to pick your weapon?"

"Hmm... I will, but not just yet. The situation is..."

I nodded at her unfinished words, I already understood the rest. The large room wasn’t exactly overcrowded in terms of space, but the atmosphere was tense with students scrambling to snatch up the most desirable weapons.

’Humans... Always convinced they’re being cheated.’

"So which one is the strongest?" Hari asked.

"I could tell you, but that’ll cost you half of the money I owe you," I said, closing my eyes. Then I opened one halfway to see her frustrated expression.

"You’re a scam... Okay, let’s say you do take it—what about all the other money you still owe me?"

I paused, then shook my head. "Different world, different debts, little sister."

"Scum..." she muttered. "Pervert, debtor, coward... No, what about the teenage oppa who stole from his little sister’s savings and ran away for a week?"

"Shh... Someone might hear you," I whispered.

"Oh? I didn’t think you feared my lips. Then tell me..." she insisted.

"Haa!!" I sighed. "You win." I pointed toward a set of brass knuckles tucked away from the crowd. "That one’s mythic-grade."

Hari’s face lit up, and she darted toward the knuckles.

’Now for what I should pick.’

The reason I hadn’t chosen anything yet wasn’t because I couldn’t find something good. It was because I still hadn’t decided on my combat style for the first year.

I wasn’t planning to stick to one weapon or style permanently. That would contradict the essence of my talent.

Initially, I intended to use a sniper rifle, but after seeing my rising stats, plus the fact that Shredder was already a sniper, and considering my recent close-quarters achievements—I changed my mind.

Beyond a sniper, I needed a weapon that could fully utilize both Infinite Adaptability and Alabaster Ice. Clairvoyance and Fifth-Time could function with any weapon.

"Looking for a weapon?"

A feminine voice startled me—it had bypassed even the constant awareness from Clairvoyance.

Black hair. Dark golden eyes, with a slim but matured figure.

"Oh, Princess," I greeted.

The beautiful young woman shook her head. "Just call me Frieren."

Standing before me was Frieren Hohenzollern, the third princess of the empire.

Now that we stood face to face, it was difficult to voice my apology, it’s always easier to hurt than to make amends.

As I opened my mouth, both of us spoke at once. "Sorry."

Frieren raised her gaze from her bowed posture. I did the same. freewebnøvel.coɱ

"Hm... That was awkward," she said after a moment.

"Yeah," I agreed. "But I meant it—my apology."

I wanted to make sure she knew I was sincere.

She nodded, a faint dark smile curling on her lips. "I’m the one who should apologize. You were just making a suggestion, and I dismissed you. I’m really just a spoiled brat... Dad was right. I’m not fit for the throne."

I felt a sudden urge to comfort her. It was strange, seeing a character I had written evolve like this. But I didn’t say anything. Instead, we stood silently in front of the gleaming glass case that held a massive hammer.

After a prolonged silence, I finally spoke. "I don’t think so, Princess... No, Frieren..."

What I needed now wasn’t to comfort the princess, but to set her back on course.

She needed to win next year’s student council election, she needed to forge alliances. Only then could I hope to change the outcome of the second-year massacre.

"If you were just a pampered brat... which, frankly, I think you are..." I continued. "I don’t believe any student would have followed you. So don’t let yourself falter because of a commoner like me."

I paused for a moment, then offered a slight smile. "Perhaps I might be your strongest supporter."

None of what I said was untrue. I simply told Frieren what I believed.

Chuckling softly and wiping a tear from her eye, she said, "You’re a real funny guy, Kai... you still called your princess a brat."

"Leave the small details," I replied casually.

"Just this once..."