Transmigrating as an Extra, But the Heroine Has Regressed?!-Chapter 311: Sylvia’s Office!

Kael wiped the dust from his cheek slowly stabilizing his breath.

He pressed a hand to his ribs—they were sore, bruised, maybe even cracked—but somehow the pain wasn’t as sharp as it should have been.

"...Yes, professor," he said quietly.

Elysia watched him from behind the dispersing crowd.

Her fists were clenched at her sides, her expression serious, but her eyes held something else.

(That’s... just his mere strength)

The thought hovered in her mind like a burning spark.

She replayed the fight again—the way Kael moved, the adaptability, the ferocity, the terrifying focus.

His body had been pushed to the limit, and yet...

(He didn’t use magic... not even once.)

Her jaw tightened slightly.

Kaigaku staggered to his feet.

He steadied himself against a nearby pillar, cursing under his breath.

"D-Damn first-year..." he muttered.

Two third-years who stood nearby stepped closer, watching Kaigaku with a disappointed shake of their heads.

"Rank two defeated by a newbie."

"That’s gonna spread fast."

Kaigaku clicked his tongue loudly, embarrassed and furious.

Sylvia pointed toward the main building.

"Both of you. Move."

Kael nodded and began walking. Kaigaku followed behind him, limping, muttering insults under his breath.

As soon as Kael walked away from Ground One, the students erupted into murmurs.

The first-years whispered among themselves, some glancing fearfully in his direction, others staring as if looking at a monster.

"What did I just witness?" one second-year whispered.

"That wasn’t a fight... that was a massacre."

"No way a first-year should fight like that—did you see his speed?"

"Dude... his injuries literally healed the moment he used that skill."

"His eyes turned black!"

"Was that a demonic skill? A forbidden technique?"

"It didn’t look like any spell we’ve learned."

Students exchanged frightened expressions.

Those who had previously looked down on first-years now kept their distance.

Some even stepped aside, creating a path for Kael as if he were more beast than boy.

Myra and Sylvia watched him go.

Finally, Myra exhaled.

"...That boy. There is something different about him."

Sylvia nodded.

"I felt it too."

Behind them, Cecelia stared at Kael’s retreating back, her hands clutched tightly against her chest, her expression worried.

Elysia stepped up beside her.

"You’re scared?" she asked quietly.

"I’m... worried," Cecelia whispered. "He fought so recklessly. What if he really died there?"

Elysia looked away.

"...He wouldn’t die that easily."

The corridor leading to the administrative wing was unusually quiet.

Kael walked with steady steps, though pain throbbed through his muscles. His right hand still tingled from the Astral Punch.

Behind him, Kaigaku dragged his feet, every step reminding him of the humiliation he suffered moments ago.

Kaigaku’s voice came out low and tense.

"This isn’t over, you know."

Kael didn’t respond.

"You think you’re strong? Just because you won once?" Kaigaku growled. "You’re just a first-year. Don’t let this get to your head."

Kael remained silent.

Kaigaku grabbed his shoulder.

"Oi. I’m talking to—"

Kael stopped and turned slowly.

His eyes were calm. Cold.

There was no pride, no arrogance—just pure, emotionless focus.

"That wasn’t a fight," Kael said evenly. "You attacked without warning."

"Y-Yeah, so what?!"

Kael stepped closer, his presence suddenly heavier.

"You wanted to see if I was weak. Now you’ve seen the answer."

Kaigaku felt a chill run down his spine.

Kael walked away again.

Kaigaku gritted his teeth in frustration but didn’t say another word.

Sylvia entered first, motioning the two boys to stand in front of her desk.

Sylvia didn’t sit.

She crossed her arms, standing in front of them like a stone statue.

"Do you two understand what discipline means?" she asked quietly.

Neither answered.

Sylvia’s eyes narrowed.

"Didn’t you know," she began slowly, "that the academy has sparring sessions during free time?"

Kaigaku winced.

"We... did," he muttered.

"And didn’t you know," she continued, "that we have private training rooms for two-person duels?"

Kaigaku looked away.

Sylvia exhaled through her nose.

"It is NOT a spar when you fight on the public training ground while half the academy is watching!" she snapped.

Kael remained silent. He wasn’t denying anything, but he wasn’t defending himself either.

Kaigaku opened his mouth. "But he—"

Sylvia raised a hand.

"Kaigaku. Enough."

Kaigaku froze.

Sylvia turned to Kael.

"And you."

Kael straightened slightly.

"You should know better."

He lowered his eyes.

"...I know."

Sylvia raised her voice.

"Then why didn’t you stop?!"

Kael hesitated.

"...He attacked first."

"Then you dodge! And retreat! Not fight until the ground cracks!"

Kael didn’t argue.

Silence filled the room.

Myra leaned against the wall beside Sylvia, observing quietly. She wasn’t angry—just studying him, like he was some rare creature.

Sylvia turned her gaze toward Kaigaku again.

"Kaigaku. You will repair Ground One. Alone."

Kaigaku’s eyes widened.

"W-Wait, what?! That entire crater—?!"

"Yes."

"That’ll take days!"

Sylvia nodded calmly.

"Good. You need time to reflect."

Kaigaku looked at Kael with a furious glare, but Kael didn’t even glance back.

Sylvia then turned to Kael.

"You’re dismissed."

Kael blinked, surprised.

"No punishment? Not even a warning?"

Sylvia sighed.

"Kael... you didn’t start the fight. And you held back more than people realize."

Kaigaku’s jaw dropped.

"H-Held back?! THAT was held back?!"

Myra smirked slightly.

Sylvia continued.

"You may go. But think carefully about how your actions affect others."

Kael bowed slightly.

"...Understood."

He turned to leave.

The moment Kael stepped out of the office and into the hallway...

Three first-years who were walking nearby froze like deer in headlights.

Their eyes widened. Their backs stiffened.

"Ah—it’s him—"

"The monster first-year—"

"Run!"

The three bolted down the hallway at full speed.

Kael blinked.

"...Huh?"

Another small group of students noticed him. They immediately stepped aside, pressing themselves against the wall to give him space.

One of them whispered:

"Don’t make eye contact... don’t make eye contact..."

Kael looked down at his hands, confused.

"...Am I really that scary?" he murmured.

A voice answered from behind him.

"Yes. You look terrifying."

Kael turned.

It was Elysia.

She walked toward him calmly.

"You look like someone who would kill a demon bare-handed," she said.

"...I didn’t kill Kaigaku," Kael replied awkwardly.

"He almost died," Elysia countered.

"That’s... not my fault..."

Elysia raised an eyebrow.

"You threw him through the ground."

Kael’s face flushed red.

"B-But he was asking for it."

Elysia poked his forehead.

"You’re too strong for your own good."

Kael rubbed his forehead slowly.

"...I wasn’t trying to scare anyone."

"Well, you did."

They walked side by side in the hallway.

Then—

"Kael!!"

Cecelia ran toward him like a puppy breaking free from a leash.

"You’re out! Are you okay? Are you hurt? Did Sylvia punish you? Did she yell at you? Did you need healing—"

Elysia flicked Cecelia’s forehead.

"Stop panicking."

"Owwwww!! Elysia!! Why do you keep hitting me?!"

"Because you keep sounding dumb."

Cecelia puffed her cheeks angrily.

Kael let out a deep sigh.

He didn’t fully understand how the fight escalated so quickly or how his reputation had suddenly turned into something frightening.

But he could feel it.

The atmosphere around him had changed.

The way people looked at him had changed.

The way rumors spread in whispers had changed.

He wasn’t just a normal first-year anymore.

And that realization weighed on him much more than the bruises on his body.

By the time Kael reached the dormitory courtyard, the rumors had already spread like wildfire.

"He crushed Kaigaku with pure strength!"

"His fists broke a sword!"

"His eyes turned black—did you see it?!"

"What kind of skill was that?!"

"No, seriously—did you notice how his wounds vanished the moment he used the skill?! That’s not normal!"

"Is he even human?"

"Don’t provoke him. He might punch a hole in you."

Everywhere he walked, whispers followed.

Cecelia clung closer to him.

"Don’t listen to them, Kael."

Elysia walked on his right side, expression unreadable.

Kael kept his eyes forward.

"...I didn’t want this."

"I know," Cecelia whispered.

"Well," Elysia said bluntly, "too late."

Kael sighed again.

Elysia watched Kael’s back as he walked across the courtyard, the crowd parting for him like he was a beast roaming among mortals.

Her eyes narrowed slightly.

(If I can’t beat him, then I can at least stay close... and chop his plans apart just like last time.)

A tiny smirk curled at the corner of her lips—dangerous, mischievous, almost evil.

(I’ll stay by his side. Study him. Block his future moves. Sabotage him before he even realizes what’s happening.)

But then another thought slipped into her head, one she didn’t expect.

(Should I... make him fall in love with me?)

She froze.

Her face instantly heated up.

(A-Ahh—don’t overthink! Idiot! Why did I even think that?!)

She shook her head rapidly, trying to erase the thought like shaking water off her ears.

Cecelia noticed her expression.

"Elysia... why are you turning red? Are you sick?"

"Shut up," Elysia replied flatly.

"I’m just asking!"

Elysia ignored her. She stepped forward and opened her mouth.

"Kae—"

But Kael had already vanished from the courtyard, heading toward the training buildings.

Elysia frowned slightly.

"...That idiot walks too fast."

Kael walked through the narrow stone path leading to the upper training wing, his footsteps echoing lightly.

He rubbed his sore arm, still feeling the faint sting from Kaigaku’s last strike.

(Since Edwin is sick right now... he won’t be using his private training room.)

Kael looked ahead.

(Good. I can practice there without anyone bothering me.)

His fingers tightened subconsciously.

(I need to get stronger... much stronger. If the war is coming again, I can’t rely on luck. I need skills. Power. Preparation.)

He inhaled deeply, the cool evening air filling his lungs.

Ahead, the hallway leading to the personal training rooms dimmed softly under the fading sunset.

Kael pushed the door open and stepped inside.