Transmigrating as an Extra, But the Heroine Has Regressed?!
Chapter 49: Her Mom Hides the Soap!

Chapter 49: Her Mom Hides the Soap!

"...What."

"I was trying to help clean up the kitchen and thought I’d put the pill on the medicine shelf. But I grabbed a bar of peppermint soap instead.

Grandpa swallowed it a little, said it tasted like ’ minty and sour,’ and spent the next hour foaming at the mouth while giving everyone life advice."

Kael blinked. "And he survived?"

"Oh yeah," Cecilia said proudly. "He said it cleansed all the waste in the body having diarrhea."

Kael was laughing now. "I would pay to see that."

"My mother still hides the soaps from me," she added. "I’m banned from ’helping’ with medicine."

They both laughed, and for a while, and the sun was almost set.

Then Cecilia slowed down a bit, her smile softening.

"Kael... can I ask something?"

He glanced at her. "Sure."

She looked ahead as she asked, "Why are you always alone?"

Kael blinked, caught off guard by the sudden shift in tone.

"You’re always off on your own. In training, in class, even at lunch. You barely talk to anyone unless they come to you."

Kael scratched the back of his neck. "I guess... I’m just used to it. Never really felt like I fit in."

"But you’re not hard to talk to," she said. "Annoying, yes. But not hard."

He smirked. "Thanks, I think."

"I’m serious," she said. "I notice you, you know. I just think you don’t want to be around anyone."

Kael was quiet for a moment, then said softly, "Maybe it’s easier that way. Less noise. Less... disappointment."

Cecilia didn’t push further. She just gave him a gentle smile.

"Well, lucky for you, I’m very loud and very persistent. So consider yourself officially adopted into my chaotic social circle."

Kael chuckled. "I don’t get a choice?"

"Nope."

Eventually, they reached the junction near Cecilia’s home. She stopped and turned toward him.

"Thanks for walking with me," she said.

"When you get free time, hope you will walk with me? ’

"Absolutely".

Kael nodded and they parted.

Kael had grown a little feelings for Cecelia.

Though they had a good time chatting, he wasted no time and went to the city to hunt for low rank beasts.

At Edwin Leonhart’s Home

Edwin stepped into his private training room and shut the door behind him.

The quiet thud echoed through the walls, but his thoughts were louder. His body still trembled slightly—from the sheer force burning inside him.

Then after two hours, the pain occurs in his body.

He clutched his chest, breathing hard.

"The Spirit Rune... it’s gone... but it didn’t disappear. It became part of me."

He stumbled forward, catching himself against the wall. His vision blurred for a moment, his pulse thundering in his ears.

The mana within him was unstable—wild, violent, and surging like a storm. It was as if the rune had cracked open a gate inside him, flooding his body with energy too dense and potent to fully contain.

The air around him shimmered faintly. Thin streaks of white-blue vapor escaped from his hands and forearms—pure mana steam, too concentrated to remain bound.

It hissed quietly, like boiling water released into open air.

He gritted his teeth. His fingertips were glowing faintly. His veins pulsed with light.

"Too much... it’s too much..."

Every breath he took sent a wave of pressure up his spine. He felt like he might explode at any moment.

Yet... something was changing.

Despite the storm inside him, his body wasn’t breaking—it was adapting.

He looked down at his arm. It felt heavier—but not in a bad way. His muscles had subtly tightened, defined. When he clenched his fist, the sound of air compressing followed.

He blinked.

Then, out of instinct, he walked to the training dummy in his own training room.

One strike. Just to test.

Edwin exhaled, raised his right arm, and launched a simple punch.

BOOM!

The wooden dummy shattered on impact, pieces of it flying across the room. The entire frame collapsed with a loud crack, leaving only splinters behind.

He stared at the wreckage, wide-eyed.

"That... was a normal punch."

He looked at his hand again, then his reflection in the mirror beside the weapon rack.

His eyes glowed faintly with a soft golden hue.

The rune didn’t just give me power... it awakened something inside me.

But as the power surged, so did the pressure. The longer he stayed still, the more it felt like mana was leaking through every pore.

He took a deep breath and sat cross-legged in the center of the room.

"I have to stabilize this... or I’ll burn from the inside out."

He formed a basic mana circulation stance, channeling the energy through his body the way Mr.Orwen had once taught.

Except now, the flow was no longer a stream—it was a raging river.

His entire core was evolving. His mana reserves were expanding, but it felt like walking a tightrope over a pit of fire.

One wrong step, and he’d collapse.

But one right step...

He grinned slightly, despite the pressure.

The Spirit Rune hadn’t just increased his strength.

It also strengthens the body.

At Cecelia’s home junction!

Right after Kael and Cecilia parted ways at the junction, Kael didn’t return to his dorm.

His destination this time was the southern hunting grounds, where mana beasts roamed freely once darkness fell.

That night, he faced a claw tail wolf—a low-rank beast with bladed limbs and unnatural speed.

It lunged for him from the shadows, but Kael’s blade met it mid-leap, slicing through muscle and bone.

He took a slash across his shoulder in return, but the beast fell.

He didn’t stop to rest. He stitched the wound with a makeshift herb wrap and moved on.

When dawn came, he sold the beast and Kael returned to the academy and attended training like nothing had happened.

And then he did it again the next night.

And the next.

And the one after that.

By the end of the week, Kael had hunted down nineteen low-rank beasts, most of them quick, vicious predators that struck from cover.

But what earned him real attention—though no one at the academy yet knew—was the two feral-rank beasts he’d managed to bring down on the fourth and sixth nights.

The first was a stoneback boar, coated in hardened plates that could shatter swords.

Kael had to bait it into charging off a cliffside and stab it in the throat while hanging from a tree root.

The second was worse—a firetooth leopard with mana-infused fangs and a near-invisible presence in the dark. The battle left Kael half-conscious and with burn marks along his ribs.

But he won.

And he sold their cores.

21,000 gold coins. In one week.

Enough to cover three months’ worth of gear upgrades, elixirs, and materials.

But there was no rest.

While other students trained during the day and slept at night, Kael ran on and on.

He took only three hours of sleep every night.

Blisters formed beneath his gloves. His muscles ached. Sometimes, during class, his vision blurred for a moment before he blinked it away.

But he kept moving.

Quietly.

Relentlessly.

He didn’t brag. He didn’t boast. In fact, no one knew his ultimate motive.