Transmigrating as an Extra, But the Heroine Has Regressed?!-Chapter 322: Fight in the street.

The music had faded. Merchants were packing up.

Here and there, a few drunk people still laughed loudly, stumbling between stalls.

Elysia half-dragged, half-supported Kael as they returned from the deeper section of the festival.

Kael groaned, lowering his head.

"Elysia—wait—I’m gonna—"

He didn’t finish.

He vomited directly into the drain beside the road.

Elysia sighed sharply, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Disgusting. And you said you could handle just one more drink."

Kael tried to speak. "That wine... lied to me..."

He vomited again.

Elysia looked away, trying to ignore the acidic smell. "Honestly, Kael..."

"At this time while i am fighting with this stupid demon"

"You humans celebrate loudly. The noise is... irritating." Dakin said.

Elysia turned instantly, pushing Kael behind her.

He gave a thin smile. "I was promised entertainment."

Kael tried to lift his head. "Oi—who are you calling—hic—entertain—"

He vomited again.

Dakin laughed softly. "How pitiful."

Elysia didn’t wait. She stepped forward, hand raised, mana gathering around her fingers.

"Back away from him."

Dakin’s shadow swelled behind him like a giant beast opening its mouth.

"Try to make me."

The lantern lines above snapped in the wind as the street turned into a battlefield.

Elysia’s first step carved a crack in the stone street. She propelled herself forward, her mana swirling around her arm in a sharp crescent of light.

Dakin answered by sliding his foot back, shadows curling upward from the ground.

"Umbra Fang — First Form"

The shadows rose, forming a seamless black blade around his arm.

He swiped with a diagonal slash. The impact of shadow and mana collided with a harsh shriek—like metal grinding against metal.

The shockwave shattered two nearby stalls.

Elysia skidded backward, boots scraping. Dakin’s strength exceeded what he displayed last time.

But she didn’t falter.

Mana swirled around her palm, condensing sharply. "Radiant Burst!"

Dakin leapt sideways, landing on the roof of a vegetable stall. The light sphere detonated behind him, ripping a crater into the street.

Dakin chuckled. "You’re stronger. But still not enough."

His shadow twisted.

"Umbra Fang — Second Form"

A bestial silhouette—like a giant wolf of pure darkness—formed above him. With a single gesture, it leapt downward.

Its fangs were long enough to pierce armor, its body heavy enough to crush a carriage.

Elysia spread her stance, thrusting both arms upward. A luminous barrier formed, thin but potent.

The shadow wolf struck.

BOOOOM—!

The ground fractured. Dust erupted in a wide plume.

The force sent Elysia sliding back several meters, boots digging trenches into the stone. Her barrier cracked in multiple places.

Her teeth clenched. "You really want to kill him that badly?"

"He is marked," Dakin answered from above. Shadows converged under his feet forming a platform.

"The Abyss wants him. I’m merely collecting."

Elysia’s eyes flashed icy-blue. "You won’t touch him."

She shot forward again. This time she aimed for speed instead of power—her figure flickering as she executed a rapid, three-step movement.

One strike to the ribs.

Second to the shoulder.

Third for the throat.

Dakin blocked the first with his forearm, grimaced at the second, but slid away from the third.

He retaliated with a sweeping kick. It carried enough force to throw her across the street, but Elysia caught the lamp post and landed upright.

Dakin blurred toward her.

Shadows speared from the ground, attempting to impale her feet.

Elysia jumped, twisting mid-air.

Dozens of glowing knives erupted from her fingertips, raining down in a sharp arc.

Dakin spun, shadow coating his limbs like armor. The knives ricocheted off the dark layer, but not all.

Three pierced through, scraping his left shoulder.

He hissed.

"Annoying girl."

He slammed his palm to the ground. A vast wave of shadow burst outward.

Elysia reacted by forming an aerial platform of light beneath her feet, springing upward like a launched arrow.

The shadow wave destroyed the festival stalls like paper, swallowing wooden beams and lanterns alike.

Kael—still on the ground—barely missed being engulfed because Elysia had dragged him earlier.

He crawled a bit, dizzy, muttering, "Why... is the ground... moving...?"

The shadows recoiled, and Dakin appeared above Elysia, hands extended.

"Let’s finish this."

But Elysia anticipated his descent. Her hands extended, two arcs of light crossing in a circular motion.

A wheel of rotating mana exploded outward from her body.

It was fast, bright, and completely unexpected. Dakin’s body was struck mid-air and thrown violently across the street, smashing into a row of abandoned crates.

He rolled, coughed, and rose, wiping blood from his lip.

Elysia landed steadily, chest rising fast with sharp breaths.

Dakin’s eyes gleamed with something between respect and irritation.

"You’re stronger than before"

Elysia didn’t speak. Her foot slid back into a stance.

Dakin snarled. "But you still can’t stop me."

He dashed. His claws expanded, shadows swirling around them like cyclone edges.

Elysia countered with a flick of her wrist, her blade of condensed light forming at her side.

They clashed—

The street echoed with violent impacts. Cracks spread under their feet. Lanterns burst into sparks. The night warped with their speed.

And then—

A new light cut through the street.

Someone landed between them, stopping the next exchange.

"Enough."

Ethan.

And behind him—five third-year students, all armed, all confident.

Elysia’s eyes widened. Dakin’s narrowed.

The third-year mage tilted his head, observing the battlefield. "Looks like we arrived during an interesting performance."

Then his gaze shifted left.

To Kael.

Kael, who was leaning against a fallen stall, eyes half-open, blood on his lip, dirt on his cheek, and still very drunk.

Ethan smiled faintly.

"Well, well... Kael. We meet again sooner than expected."

Kael blinked twice. "Eh... blue light guy...?"

Ethan’s smile sharpened. "Correct."

Elysia stepped forward. "Stay out of this. He’s injured."

"Not my problem," Ethan replied calmly.

He nodded to his team.

"Pick him up."

Two of the third-years strode toward Kael. Kael, realizing danger in his drunken haze, tried to push himself up.

"No... no... I just want... noodles..."

The first kick struck his stomach.

He choked.

A second hit followed—this one across his jaw—snapping his head sideways. His cheek split open. He collapsed onto the cold stone.

Elysia’s expression stiffened. "Stop!"

One of the third-years slammed his boot onto Kael’s back, pinning him.

"He still owes us from last time."

Another added, "Rank 2 wants his payback."

Ethan watched with detached interest.

Kael struggled, but the alcohol slowed everything—his reflexes, his strength, his awareness. His vision doubled, blurred, and tilted.

A punch crashed into his ribs. Another tore into his shoulder.

He coughed blood.

Dakin watched with amusement. "Humans fighting their own? How efficient."

Ethan didn’t even spare Dakin a glance. "As long as they don’t touch us, they can do whatever they want."

Elysia clenched her fists so tightly that her knuckles cracked.

One more stomp landed on Kael’s side.

He groaned, curling slightly from the pain.

Ethan exhaled lightly. "That’s enough for now. I don’t want him dead just yet—"

But a hand grabbed Ethan’s wrist.

"You’re done."

Ethan raised a brow. "You’re touching me?"

Elysia’s eyes were sharp. Bitter. Controlled rage swirling under her calm tone.

"You lay one more hand on him... and I will break every finger you have."

Dakin laughed quietly in the background, amused at the explosive tension.

The third-years paused.

Ethan’s smile vanished.

Mana swelled around him.

"Oh?" he said slowly. "A first-year threatens me?"

Elysia didn’t blink. "Try me."

Ethan pulled his wrist free and stepped back.

"Fine."

He lifted his hand.

"Hahahaha!"

Ethan pushed his fingers through his hair, blue mana flickering between the strands like sparks.

He took one long step toward Kael and crouched down, his grin stretching wider.

"Tell me, Kael..." Ethan said.

"How was the beast I released in the beast fence?"

Elysia and Dakin’s battle thundered somewhere behind them—shards of cobblestone exploding, shadows whipping through the air, silver mana flashing—but Kael heard nothing.

His mind emptied. His lungs stilled. His vision, blurred from alcohol and blood, sharpened for just a breath.

Ethan’s smile widened even further when he saw Kael’s expression freeze.

"Ah... so you finally understand."

He chuckled, dark and delighted. "Yes. That was me. I released it. And you fought it like an idiot, didn’t you?"

Kael didn’t speak.

Didn’t blink.

He simply stared forward, hollow, unmoving.

One of Ethan’s friends scoffed.

"Oi, he’s gone stiff. Did he faint with his eyes open?" the third-year muttered, stepping closer.

His boot swung out—fast—cracking across Kael’s temple.

Thud.

Kael’s head snapped to the side from the force...

But his body didn’t budge.

Not even an inch.

He simply stayed frozen in that same kneeling, bloodied posture.

The third-year frowned, confused.

"What the hell...? Did he pass out standing? He ain’t even blinking."

Ethan’s laughter deepened, harsher this time.

"Look at him," he taunted. "He can’t even process it. I’m telling you—he’s nothing but trash. A coward pretending to be tough."

Another friend stepped forward, cracking his knuckles.

"Want us to break something else?"

But Ethan lifted a hand, stopping them.

"No... Not yet."

His blue mana surged.

Ethan leaned closer to Kael again.

"I want him fully conscious," he whispered.

"I want him to hear every word before I break him."

Kael still didn’t move.

Behind them, Elysia’s angelic light and Dakin’s shadow aura clashed again—

BOOM!

CRACK!

A shockwave rippled through the street.

But Kael remained motionless.

Only his eyes changed.

Slowly... unbearably slowly...

His pupils narrowed.

The third-years didn’t notice.

Ethan didn’t notice.

But Elysia—mid-fight—felt a faint shift behind her.