Transmigrating as an Extra, But the Heroine Has Regressed?!-Chapter 69: The Skill of Madness.

On the next day.

Start of new week!

The sunlight gently streamed through the windows of Arcadia Academy, casting warm, golden light onto the stone floors and open training fields. Outside, students had already begun to gather, chatting with friends and getting ready for the new week ahead.

The academy grounds were filled with the busy sounds of footsteps and practice weapons clashing during early morning drills.

But deep inside the academy far from the noise and bustle something different was happening.

In the administrative wing, where important decisions were made, a secret meeting had been arranged. Principal Aldric had called it quietly, without making any announcements to the students or posting any notices for the general staff.

There were no bells, no memos—just silent messages passed among those who needed to know.

Only professors were invited. It wasn’t a normal staff meeting.

As word of the closed-door meeting spread through the halls, a strange stillness followed it. Professors who received the invitation wore serious expressions, and those left out could only guess what it was about..

It was about the meeting with all the academies of the entire Elaris state.

The students, busy with their morning classes and training drills, had no idea what was about to happen beyond the usual lessons.

Back on the academy grounds, students started to notice something unusual.

None of the professors were around.

The classrooms were empty, the training fields lacked supervision, and even the usual patrols of faculty members through the corridors were gone. Whispers started to spread among the students. Something was definitely off.

What they didn’t know was that, at that very moment, every professor had been summoned elsewhere.

At the exact hour set by the message, all of Arcadia Academy’s professors—regardless of rank or subject—gathered quietly in a large, private room located deep within the administrative wing.

It was Principal Aldric’s personal meeting room, used only for the most serious matters.

The atmosphere inside was tense and quiet.

A large table stood at the center, and the professors took their seats, exchanging glances but saying little.

At the head of the room stood Principal Aldric.

When the room had gone completely silent, he stepped forward and addressed everyone.

"I have called this meeting to discuss the important matters," he said.

He looked around the room, meeting the eyes of each professor.

"The recent events on and around our academy grounds are not isolated incidents," he continued. "We are not simply dealing with rebellious students or rogue outsiders. This... this is something bigger. A threat that reaches beyond Arcadia’s walls."

A quiet murmur passed through the room. Some professors frowned, others exchanged concerned looks.

Principal Aldric raised his hand, calming the room again.

"We must be vigilant," he said. "And we must be united. The days ahead will test all of us."

He paused, allowing the weight of his words to settle. "Therefore, we will convene a meeting of all the academic staff across the state—the twelve academies of Elaris. This will be a gathering of minds, a union of strength."

Murmurs spread among the professors. Such a meeting had not been held in many decades, and the very idea carried both hope and worry.

"But this must remain confidential," Aldric continued. "We cannot risk spreading panic among the students or the public. For now, only our trusted faculty members will be informed and involved. The students will continue their training as usual. Their focus must not be disturbed."

Professors nodded sincerely, "Understood, Principal Aldric. We will keep this secret and act swiftly."

The professors exchanged looks, aware of the responsibility that lay before them. They knew that whatever was coming, it would affect not only their own academy but every corner of the state’s educational institutions.

Soon, the hallways of Arcadia grew quiet of faculty footsteps as all the professors and staff departed together. They left the classrooms and training grounds behind, where the students remained—studying, sparring, and practicing magic—unaware of the meeting.

But while the academy hummed with youthful energy and determination, the heart of Arcadia—the professors and leaders—had moved beyond.

Most students went about their day as usual, unaware of anything. But a few ones started to notice the odd silence—the missing professors, the lack of authority, the way senior staff avoided questions. Whispers began to spread among those paying close attention.

Some murmured of a secret meeting, held behind closed doors. Others guessed it might be related to the recent dangers. But no one could confirm anything. No official word was given. No announcements were made.

To most, it was just another day.

At the same time, far away from the bright lights and tall towers of the academy, something else was moving in the darkness.

Just outside the city walls, a young assassin crouched quietly on the rooftop of an old, broken-down building.

He was shaking, but not because he was cold.

His breathing was rough and uneven. His chest rose and fell quickly, like something strange was happening inside him... or something hidden was starting to wake up.

He was holding something in his hand.

This was no ordinary item.

It was a skill fragment, a piece of forbidden power.

The moment he pressed the fragment into his skin and let it merge with his body, everything inside him changed.

It felt like a violent storm had erupted within. Dark energy rushed through his veins like fire, wild and uncontrollable. His heart pounded. His muscles tightened. His thoughts became strange, violent.

Everything he had once known or believed began to twist.

His instincts had sharpened.

His fear disappeared.

Something savage.

His eyes flickered strangely, as though he was no longer fully human.

And in his mind, only one word repeated, louder and louder, like a drumbeat of madness:

KILL.

KILL.

KILL.

It was the skill of madness.

He gritted his teeth, trying to hold back the urge, but it was useless. The hunger for violence had already taken root.

The hatred burned in his eyes. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

Then, breaking the heavy silence, he spoke.

"Those damn insects... Today, you’ll all meet your demise."

And just like that, he heads toward the Arcadia Academy.

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