Transmigrating as an Extra, But the Heroine Has Regressed?!
Chapter 43: The city of Forgotten Stories!

Chapter 43: The city of Forgotten Stories!

Merchant: (leans back slowly)

"Two centuries ago... a man came. Half-demon, half-human. By looking at his appearance, he seems to be strong. He had completed the quest and earned some... an Ancient Coin."

(pauses)

"But he never returned."

Kael, "What happened to him?"

Merchant, "No one knows. Some say he entered the strength to that of God-Level. With this much power, it will be useless for that coin."

"Ancient coins look normal like others but only have palm shapes on its front."

Kael, "But I want to trade. I need the map fragments, is there anything I can trade for?."

Merchant, "Then bring me what I ask for. No Ancient Coins... no map. I don’t deal in hope. I deal in price."

There was no room for negotiation.

Kael clenched his fists lightly, then slowly turned away.

The city of Graylight was quiet—but not in a peaceful way.

The streets felt like echoes. Like voices that were once loud had gone silent.

A thick fog rolled over the cracked stone streets, making it hard to see clearly.

The narrow paths between old, abandoned houses twisted and turned like a confusing maze, leading deeper into the strange, forgotten part of the city.

Kael looked around, eyes slightly narrowed.

"Graylight... a city of forgotten stories."

That line echoed in his head. He remembered it now, written faintly between Chapters in the original novel.

"A place where discarded characters live—those who slipped out of the main plot, forgotten by the author, left without purpose."

It made sense why the Demon Lord never returned after coming here.

"A city where those who forget their names... stay forever."

It wasn’t just mysterious—it was dangerous. A place where time, memory, and story all blurred.

No wonder the novel skipped this arc entirely.

Then he looked down with disappointed.

No Ancient Coins.

Not yet.

"I’ll come back," Kael muttered under his breath. "With what you want."

Without another word, he turned and walked back the way he came—through the fog, through the fading alleyways, back toward the terminal.

The green signboard—"Liberation of Failure"—still flickered dimly in the mist.

He stepped through it quietly.

And just like that—

Kael returned to the real world.

The sky was brighter here. The air clearer. But the weight in his chest still lingered.

"Now I know why no one returned. But I’m not them. I’ll find that coin."

He looked back at the gate one last time.

Then turned toward Arcadia.

It was time to plan his next move.

After one hour he reached back to his dorm.

(If the Demon Lord has completed the quest, then he must have gotten the Ancient Coin. So it has to still exist somewhere—just hidden.)

Kael thought to himself, "I have to find that coin no matter what. But first... I need to get stronger."

He checked his schedule and remembered:

"Tomorrow is a day off. That’s perfect—I’ll use it to hunt beasts. It will help me earn money and grow stronger at the same time."

But as for today, he had a different plan.

"I’ll go train in the gymnastics hall and work on my sword skill—Astral Severance. I need to master it."

With a serious look in his eyes, Kael stood up, ready to use every second to move one step closer to the hidden power.

Same day at the Kingdom of Eldraveth!

At the market!

The street was crowded and noisy. Sellers were shouting, and colorful lanterns lit up the foggy road.

Edwin’s eyes widened.

Weapons were everywhere—displayed, hung, glowing, humming with energy.

There were swords with sharp, rough edges, spears shining with lightning symbols, and staffs giving off strange magical energy.

"Bloodforged dagger. Guaranteed soul damage!" one vendor called.

"Elemental twin blades! Half price!" shouted another.

Edwin wandered from booth to booth.

Almost every item costs more than one hundred gold coins.

Coming from a prestigious family, he never had to worry about money.

One of the swords gave off a soft purple fog, like it was covered in magic. Another sword shook slightly inside its cover, as if it was alive or reacting to something nearby.

"This staff will make your special family powers stronger," an old seller said quietly, pointing at a worn-out stick with a glowing red center.

Edwin shook his head.

"Just looking."

Edwin stopped in front of a curved sword. It didn’t look fancy, but he could feel a steady power coming from it.

"How much does this cost?" he asked the seller.

"Seventy Five gold coins," the vendor replied.

Edwin sighed. (So cheap)

"I’ll... come back later," he said and turned away.

Even though the market was full of weapons, he didn’t like the quality and the products.

Just as he was walking back to the portal—

"STOP THAT THIEF!" someone shouted loudly.

Edwin quickly turned around.

A man wearing a hooded cloak came running past him.

The man was holding something tightly.

A group of royal guards, dressed in fancy armor and holding weapons, were chasing after him.

The man suddenly tripped and fell.

As he hit the ground, something fell out of his pocket.

It slid across the stone street and stopped right in front of Edwin.

Edwin looked down. It was a small metal disc, covered in strange glowing symbols. It looked magical, and it gave off a soft golden light, it was a rock or a rock that was curved.

Without thinking, Edwin bent down and picked it up.

"You there! Give that back right now!" one of the guards yelled, pointing at Edwinl.

Edwin stared at the object. It felt hot in his hand and surprisingly heavy for its size—probably weighing about seven kilograms.

"What is this thing...?" he muttered.

He paused for a moment, unsure what to do.

Then, he made a decision—HE RAN!.

He sprinted down the street, dodging market stalls and people.

Wooden barrels rolled past him. People shouted. Vendors tried to move out of the way.

"STOP HIM!" more guards yelled.

Edwin kept running. He turned into a narrow alley, knocking over crates to block the path behind him.

His chest hurt from breathing so hard, and his legs burned with pain. But he didn’t stop.

He couldn’t.

At the edge of the market, It was the exit point of the terminal.

"If he’s running away with it, then it surely doesn’t belong to the royal, I should return to the original owner of this unknown thing"

There was no time to think.

He left quickly—and just as the guards reached the area, Edwin disappeared.