The Likely Rise of an Extra

Terumi's gaze darted around again, and yes—this was definitely not his room.

The walls were blindingly white, like someone had a vendetta against color.

And there was actual air conditioning humming in the corner.

Fancy.

He remembered his real room, with its red walls and permanently sweaty atmosphere, it would've been so jealous.

As he continued scanning the room he caught his reflection on the window.

"Is that… me?!"

He quickly got off the bed and ran towards the bathroom.

Taking a look at the mirror he was met with an unfamiliar face.

"Woah! what the hell, I look like…"

The boy staring back at him was a stranger.

Straight white hair and a stupidly handsome, pale face, together with dull red eyes.

His body, though not overly muscular, was well-toned.

But the paleness of his skin was unnatural, almost sickly.

"A vampire?"

He tilted his head to one side as he inspected his reflection.

"No. That's crazy, I mean I don't feel like biting anyone, but…"

Just to be sure he cautiously checked his mouth for fangs, running his fingers along his gums.

Nothing.

"Nope no fangs." He exhaled loudly.

"But seriously, why am I so pale?"

The reflection stared back at him.

It was undeniably his own now.

"Okay, freaking out won't do me any good. I need to stay calm." He said as he ran his hand through his white hair.

"Step one: figure out where I am... but before that."

He immediately shook off his confusion,and decided to quickly brush his teeth and take a quick shower.

He couldn't bare how sweaty he was.

The hot water did little to wash away his confusion—or the creeping suspicion that something didn't feel right.

By the time he stepped out, a towel slung around his neck.

He had managed to push his strange appearance to the back of his mind—for now.

After making himself a quick cup of instant coffee in the kitchen, he wandered into the living room and stopped dead in his tracks.

"Woah..."

The apartment he found himself in was surprisingly spacious for someone his age to be living in alone.

It was massive.

It looked like it belonged to someone who is probably a CEO or a some rich guy wannabe.

"This guy must be loaded,"

Terumi started walking toward the kitchen area.

And although he referred to his body as "this guy," the truth was slowly starting to sink in.

This was his body now, well at least, for the moment.

Spotting a smartphone on the coffee table, he picked it up and checked the time.

7:23 AM.

Then he quickly realized he didn't have his original phone on him.

But that didn't bother him much right now.

What mattered was that this phone opened with his fingerprint.

"Guess this is my phone then?"

Opening the phone he spotted the notification dot on the message app which caught his attention.

He tapped it and was greeted by three unread messages.

The first? Spam.

An ad from an online shopping site.

He dismissed it faster than the speed of light.

The second was from a contact labeled "Big Sis."

He paused, blinking at the name.

"Huh... so this guy– I have a big sister?"

He opened the message.

From Big Sis:

[I'll be back in about a week.

I've left enough food to last you until then, and your share of the allowance is in your room drawer.

Try not to do anything foolish, okay, Little Bro?]

"Allowance?" His eyebrows quickly shot up.

The thought of anything money related always catches his attention instantly.

"I guess this guy lives with his big sister then?"

After that he opened the third message.

And instantly choked on his coffee.

He coughed violently, nearly spilling it all over the fancy rug as his eyes locked onto the sender's address.

"Ashfield Academy?"

His voice was mixed with disbelief, dread, excitement, and about ten other emotions he didn't have time to process.

He stared at the screen, his coffee forgotten, the cup was dangerously close to tippiAcademy.

Ashfield academy.

That was name of the exact same elite school where almost all the main characters in Sayuki's novel attended.

He could feel his heartbeat picking up speed.

And with trembling fingers, he opened the email and read its contents:

From the Ashfield Academy Admissions Council:

Dear Kiel Selfort,

It is with immense pride and profound excitement that we extend this official letter of acceptance to Ashfield Academy.

After an in-depth review of your application, we are pleased to inform you that you have been selected to join the academy as a first-year student in our prestigious high school division.

Your academic journey will commence on 3rd of September, 2034 AE.

We eagerly await your arrival and look forward to witnessing the remarkable contributions you will make as you embark on this exciting new chapter.

He read it once, twice, and then a third time for good measure.

Before screaming

"What the hell?!"

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.

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Kiel's brain short-circuited.

First, he realized that he had just woken up in another world and into another person's body no less.

And that person happened to be called Kiel Selfort.

Not only that but he has been accepted into Ashfield Academy, the very same school from Sayuki's novel.

Which was also one of the most prestigious schools in the world.

Now?

Well now, he is currently in what could only be described as an isekai fever dream gone wrong.

But this name "Kiel Selfort".

He has never heard of this character being mentioned in the story at all.

He had an avid reader of Primus Novus for the longest time.

He even reread a few times but that was a long time ago so his memory on the plot is a little hazy.

But he could still remember most of the characters and this 'Kiel Selfort' guy definitely wasn't one of them.

"So an extra huh?"

He sighed

"Even if this is a dream couldn't I at least be part of the main cast?"

Grabbing his phone, he checked the date.

September 4th, 2034AE.

He stared at the screen.

Blinked.

Checked it again.

"One day after the entrance ceremony?!" He yelped.

"How am I already behind in a world I just woke up in?"

The phone mocked him further by flashing the time: 7:50 AM.

Classes started at 8 AM in Ashfield.

"Great. I don't even know whats happening and I'm already about to speed-run 'worst first impression of all time.' "

Kiel chucked his phone into his pocket and scrambled to get ready.

He ran back to the room he had woken up in, slamming the door behind him.

His eyes darted around until they landed on the drawers.

He yanked them open and let out a relieved sigh.

Inside, was a neatly folded Ashfield Academy first-year uniform— a crisp blue blazer featuring the academy's crest, paired with black trousers.

Beside it was the student tech bracelet— a sleek dark band that had a glowing blue rectangular crystal at its center.

It wasn't just an ID card—it could send messages, track locations, and likely much more.

"Alright, step one: don't embarrass myself when I get there. Step two… actually, there is no step two,"

He grabbed the uniform and bracelet and put them on in a rush.

He wrestled a bit with the uniform and stumbled into his shoes.

"Wish I could have woken up as a prince or something but nope. I'm the guy who's gonna be late on his first day. Just great."

Grabbing his bag, he bolted for the door, bracing himself for whatever disaster awaited outside.

The moment he stepped out onto the balcony, the wind slapped his face, followed by the smell of wet ground, bringing with it the lively hum of the city.

The city of Orbis.