Transmigrating as an Extra, But the Heroine Has Regressed?!

He aimed high, his swords flashing for the wolf's neck.

It was a mistake.

The wolf twisted mid-leap, avoiding the slash. Its tail whipped out with terrifying speed.

CRACK!

The heavy tail smashed into Edwin's ribs, lifting him off his feet. He slammed back-first into a tree trunk with a bone-shaking thud.

A loud crack echoed—his body slumped against the bark, motionless.

"EDWIN!" Ronan roared, eyes wide with horror.

The strongest swordsman of the first years—down in an instant.

The mist grew heavier, filled with snarls, screams, and the iron stench of blood.

And then…

Mira writhed in the mud, clutching her mangled arm. Talia gasped beneath the crushing wolf, her body weakening. Edwin lay unconscious against the tree.

Only three stood now.

Ronan, blood pouring down his back.

Leo, pale and coughing blood, barely holding himself upright.

And Fenn, the dagger-user, breathing hard, his blades trembling in his hands.

Three against four Savage-rank Ironfangs.

The odds were impossible.

But retreat was no longer an option.

The Last Stand

"Ronan! Can you still move?" Tali'a's voice cut through the chaos, heavy with desperation.

"I—I can…" Ronan coughed, blood dripping from his lips. His knees shook, but with sheer willpower he forced himself to stand, planting his shield into the dirt.

His breathing was ragged, every inhale painful.

The two remaining Ironfang Wolves circled them slowly. Their fur was torn and matted with blood, but their eyes still blazed with crimson hunger.

They were predators, patient and merciless.

Edwin opened his eyes barely from his consciousness.

Edwin tightened his grip on his sword, his knuckles white. His body was battered, his uniform torn and soaked in blood, but his gaze stood sharp.

"Listen," he said quietly, his voice steady despite the chaos all around. "We're not winning this.

Hold them off as long as you can… I'll create an opening for retreat."

Ronan nodded once, gripping his shield tighter. "Then let's go out."

The wolves did not wait.

With a unified snarl, they attacked together.

The first slammed into Ronan.

CRACK!

His shield splintered under the sheer impact, wood and steel snapping apart. Ronan roared, trying to hold, but the force drove him back.

The second wolf lunged for Edwin.

He twisted, his sword flashing in a desperate arc. SLASH! The blade cut deep into the wolf's shoulder, spraying blood across the ground.

The beast howled in fury but did not fall.

Dirt kicked up, branches snapped, and the air shook with roars and shouts.

But two wounded humans could not hold against monsters made to kill.

The first wolf's jaws sank into Ronan's arm.

CRUNCH!

He screamed, his blood splattering onto the soil. The beast dragged him down, its claws raking across his chest. Ronan tried to punch it, roaring in defiance, but its massive weight crushed him to the ground.

The second wolf slammed into Edwin before he could recover. Its claws tore across his chest, ripping through fabric and flesh.

SHRRIP!

Pain exploded through his body, and he staggered back, coughing blood.

"Ghh… damn it…" he hissed, refusing to fall.

He swung his blade once more, striking across the wolf's face.

SLASH!

A deep cut opened over

its eye, blood gushing down its snout. The beast howled, thrashing, but Edwin's legs finally gave way. His vision blurred, and he collapsed to one knee.

The Awakening

The world dimmed.

For thirty long seconds, Edwin drifted in and out of consciousness, his head pounding. Around him, screams and snarls blurred together. His hand slipped from his sword, his body nearly falling.

Then—something sparked.

The runes carved into his arm—the same skill he had used once before—began to glow faintly.

At first, just a faint shimmer.

Then brighter.

Then burning hot.

ZZZZHMMM!

Energy rushed through his veins like fire and wind together. His muscles tensed, his breath steadied, and his heart hammered like a war drum.

His eyes snapped open.

"Not… yet."

He pushed himself up. His strength surged, more than it ever had before. The runes pulsed across his skin, wrapping him in a faint aura of light.

His exhaustion lifted—his body felt heavier but stronger, like steel instead of flesh.

The wolves turned toward him, sensing the shift. Their growls deepened.

Edwin gripped his sword with both hands, his aura swirling.

"I'm not falling here. Not while they're still alive."

He launched forward, faster than before. His blade cut the air with a whistle, striking the wolf's side in a clean spiral slash.

Blood sprayed as the beast stumbled back, shocked by his sudden speed.

With a furious roar, Edwin pivoted, his sword flashing again.

This time he struck at the wolf's exposed leg joint—

CRACK!

—and the creature howled, collapsing to one knee.

The other wolf lunged, but Edwin's boosted strength gave him an edge. He twisted mid-swing, his blade carving a deep line across its flank.

The wolves snarled, still dangerous, but for the first time… they hesitated.

Edwin's chest heaved, his aura blazing, his runes glowing like burning scars. He stood tall, battered but unyielding.

"Come," he growled, his voice low and filled with steel. "Let's finish this."

When the Shadow Descends

The forest was still.

The only sound left was the ragged breathing of wounded students scattered across the blood-soaked clearing. Mist drifted lazily through the ancient trees, coiling around roots like pale snakes.

The air was thick with the coppery stench of blood and the musk of beasts. Every inhale burned their throats.

Edwin stood in the center, his sword trembling in his grip. His knuckles were white, his chest rising and falling in uneven bursts. His uniform was in tatters, smeared with mud and dark stains.

Sweat mixed with blood ran down his face, stinging his eyes.

Around him lay the remnants of his team of seven—once strong, now shattered.

Ronan, their wall, their shield, was unconscious. His tower shield, once unbreakable, was split in two beside him, useless as scrap.

Leo sat slumped against the base of a tree, his face pale, his shoulder pierced clean through. Blood oozed down his side, soaking the earth beneath him. His spear was gone.

Mira and Talia huddled together, their faces ghostly pale. They didn't even have the strength to speak, only clutching each other's hands weakly, trying to remind themselves they were still alive.

Kane was sprawled in the dirt, his groans faint, his body twitching from the pain of broken ribs and claw wounds.