Transmigrating as an Extra, But the Heroine Has Regressed?!
Chapter 51: Three Entrance One Goal!

Chapter 51: Three Entrance One Goal!

Professor Sylvia spoke again.

"Remember," she said firmly, "this trial isn’t just about reaching the core. It’s about learning to trust your team, using your skills wisely, and overcoming fear."

Kael took a deep breath. (Two days of pushing through pain and fear, surrounded by monsters and illusions. But I’m ready.)

The students began to disperse, each group gathering their gear and mentally preparing for the journey ahead.

Kael packed his few remaining mana elixirs carefully, making sure his notebook with the map fragments was secure.

On the same day!

At the Oda Bar, Elaris State!

The quiet hum of the Oda Bar was broken by the harsh screech of a chair dragging violently across the floor.

The laughter and idle chatter in the main hall came to an abrupt pause.

For a moment, the entire room stood silent.

A pair of traveling merchants sitting near the front of the fireplace exchanged nervous glances.

The waiter didn’t give a damn, because he knew exactly what happened behind that door.

Because everyone in the Oda Bar knew better than to question what happened behind that door.

The backroom was reserved for private meetings for the dangerous ones.

A long-time regular near the bar leaned back in his chair and muttered, just loud enough for those nearby to hear, "Another poor soul’s learning’ what happens when you cross the wrong people."

No one replied. They just turned back to their drinks.

Behind that door room at the back of the bar, three strong and serious people stood around a man who was badly hurt and tied tightly to a metal chair.

His clothes were ripped and stained with blood. One of his eyes was almost closed because it was swollen.

He was sweating, and he was breathing hard and unevenly, trying to hold back the pain.

Professor Treneth, the academy Instructor and infamous for his brutal interrogation style, slammed his fist down on the nearby wooden table.

"Talk," he said, voice low and edged with fury.

"What’s your connection to the assassins that attacked at the Blackroot forest?"

The captive flinched at the sound—but he didn’t speak. His eyes remained downcast, jaw clenched in silence.

Professor Grendar Voss, stepped forward next.

"We know who you are," he said with the rough sound.

The man didn’t answer. He moved a little while tied up, like he was thinking about what to do, but his body gave him away—he was shaking.

Then came Professor Barlowe, Head of the department of the Academy’s Strategy.

Unlike the others who spoke loudly, he didn’t shout. Instead, he bent down next to the man and spoke quietly, but loud enough so the man could hear him.

"You’re protecting someone. I understand that. But ask yourself—would they do the same for you?"

"Tell us who sent the assassins. Who gave the order?"

"What is the relation between you and those assassins"?

The man stood in silence.

He looked like he wanted to speak—but something held him back.

Treneth slammed the table again. "Who is the leader of the assassination group?!"

Finally, the man looked up, his gaze broken and hollow. In a voice barely louder than a whisper, he rasped:

"If I tell you... they won’t spare my family..."

Barlowe’s expression remained unreadable. "They won’t spare you either. But we might."

"I made a mistake," the man whispered, almost to himself. "But I won’t make another."

"If I die here means you are declaring war against those strong ones"

Suddenly, the man’s jaw tightened very hard, and could hear a quiet but clear cracking sound inside his mouth.

Right after that, he made a strange choking noise.

His whole body jerked forward suddenly, like he was having a strong reaction.

Foam started to bubble at the corners of his mouth, and his eyes rolled back, showing he was losing control.

Within just a few seconds, he went limp and slumped over in the chair, completely unconscious.

A sharp, bitter smell filled the air and it was a poison that he drank.

He kept a small poison capsule inside his mouth and even took his own life.

Grendar hissed angrily, "Damn it, he had a tiny poison capsule hidden inside his cheek."

Barlowe slowly stood up, his expression turned serious. "They have threatened him. He was ready to die rather than give any information."

"This meant the man was prepared for this moment and had taken poison to keep from talking, showing how dangerous and serious the people behind him were."

Treneth turned and punched the stone wall, hard enough to crack.

"We were this close! And we didn’t get any clues!"

They looked down at the corpse—now slumped and lifeless.

No scrolls.

No identification.

No symbols.

Whoever had planned the assassination plot had covered their tracks perfectly.

And now, this thread was cut.

"Whoever’s behind this isn’t just hiding," Barlowe said grimly. "They might be watching and planning."

"Let’s leave this place fast".

At the Other Side of the Terminal – Base of Frostveil Mountain!

After the students had been teleported from Arcadia Academy terminal, all three groups arrived at three different terminals located at the foot of the towering base of the Frostveil Mountain.

The air was thin and cold, the wind whispering between the pine trees, carrying the scent of ice and moss.

Each group stood near a different part of the rugged mountainside, where narrow paths climbed upwards toward three hidden entrances.

The professors in charge—Kalden, Yulia, and Slyvia—gave brief instructions before heading their groups climbing the mountain.

It was not easy.

Frostveil Mountain was steep, the terrain rocky and uneven.

Some of the top-ranked students, like Jin, Elysia and Edwin, moved quickly and reached the entrance in under thirty minutes. Their pace was strong and confident.

Kael and Cecilia, on the other hand, remained at the last of the Group Two, moving at a steady pace. Kael’s expression was calm, though his eyes kept scanning the trees and shadows around them.

He wasn’t just looking for danger—he was also thinking about the event though he knows what happened in this event.

Eventually, all three groups arrived at their designated dungeon entrances.

Group One stood before a massive stone opening shaped like a yawning beast’s mouth.

The entrance was called "The Maw of Silent Echoes."

Group Two reached their gateway—a narrow passage hidden behind thick mountain mist.

Carved into the stone was the name: "Veilshroud Gate." It felt colder here, as if the air itself was weighed down by secrets.

Group Three stood before a cracked stone arch with pieces missing, jagged and ancient.

Their entrance was known as "The Broken Seal Cavern." It looked unstable, yet strangely inviting.

At each entrance, there was a carved stone well beside the entrance gate.

An inscription had been engraved deeply into the rock—words left behind by those who built this trial long ago.

Each student paused to read it:

"This is the Dungeon of Trials, forged for the students of the State of Elaris. Crafted in the forgotten Era by Asris Vaelen, third generation of the Great Vaelen Lineage.

Those who enter with purpose— know this: Glory is not given... it is earned."

The words struck something deep within many of the students—especially Kael, who stared at the inscription in silence.

He whispered to himself, (Asris Vaelen... I’ve read that name before.)

Nearby, Cecilia glanced at him. "You okay?"

Kael nodded, eyes fixed on the entrance.

"Yeah. Just thinking."

With all teams finally in place, the professors gathered their groups at the gates.

Professor Yulia, standing firmly before her team, turned to speak.

Her voice was very calm and sexy.

"Listen carefully, all of you," she said, gesturing toward the ancient inscription carved into the stone wall beside them.

"This dungeon was not built by ordinary hands. It was created centuries ago by Asris Vaelen—a

legendary figure from the Vaelen bloodline."

Some students looked surprised. Others leaned in to hear more.

Professor Yulia continued, "Asris Vaelen is the third-generation ancestor of our current academy principal, Aldric Vaelen. He lived in the forgotten era—a time when the world was filled with chaos, war, and ancient beasts."

She looked up at the stone carving for a moment, then back to the students.

"But he wasn’t just a powerful leader. Asris Vaelen was also a swordmaster ranked 45th among all swordsmen in the world during his time. Think about that. Out of millions of warriors... he stood among the top fifty."

Whispers spread through the group, many now staring at the stone with new respect.

"He believed that power without purpose is meaningless," Yulia added. "That’s why he built these trials—not to reward talent, but to forge strength through experience to defeat the demon lord"

"But the demon lord is so powerful and he lived upto thousands of years up until now"!

She stepped aside, allowing the students to read the inscription again.

"So when you enter this place, remember—you’re walking into a legacy. Not just a test, but a path carved by one of the greatest warriors of our age. Walk it with purpose."

Kael, standing near the back, stared at the ancient writing with a thoughtful expression.

(So the founder of this dungeon is the principal’s ancestor... and also one of the strongest swordsman ever?)

His mind was very busy!