The Retired Hero is an Extra

"Urgh... what an exhausting day," Jash grumbled after the two girls finally finished their shopping.

He had to wait for them to finish, or so he was told, and with no better option, he did just that.

"At least I got one thing done," he sighed, looking outside the car window to see the street lights being on.

The only thing he got done today was the building that he asked for restructuring as it was cheap and not accessible by teleportation portals.

It didn't matter how many times Jash had gone through them; he always feared that someday, one would go wrong.

He really didn't want to wake up stranded in an unknown isolated place with nothing on him.

Plus, the discomfort never disappeared despite getting used to it; in fact, he was the only one who found them uncomfortable.

Imagine being able to reach a place within seconds, cutting off the hours of traveling and traffic, who wouldn't be happy?

Well, Jash.

—Scree!

"Argh, what the hell?" Jash cursed as the car stopped suddenly, jolting him out of his reverie.

"Young Master, there was someone on the road," the driver replied nervously, shifting his eyes between Jash and the person in front of the car.

"So troublesome," Jash mumbled, sensing the driver's confusion, getting out of the car instantly.

"Young Master–" the driver called out, but Jash was already out, making him follow his Young Master.

After all, if anything happened to Jash, the first person to be held responsible would be him.

Unafraid of anything due to the security team following him, Jash turned to look at the person in front.

It was a middle-aged-man with messy black hair that seemed to reach his chin from his scalp.

Looking at the perfect template of a random assailant who would first seek help, Jash felt intrigued, 'Hm?'

'Maybe it's the type where I help an old man by the road and get some inheritance, a mysterious master, or some helper?'

Those were his thoughts exactly as he reached near the man and said, "Hey, uncle, what are you doing in the middle of the road?"

However, Jash got no response as the man seemed to be mumbling something.

"What are you saying, uncle?" Jash asked again, his brows furrowing as he inched closer.

"this... can't be..."

'What can't be? Why is he only repeating it?' Jash wondered and doubted his ears for a second, but the man kept repeating the same words.

The man suddenly looked at Jash, shouting, "I'm sorry!"

Jash was confused for a second as tears were streaking down the man's face, but it wasn't sympathy that he felt in that second.

'Danger,' his instincts warned as he immediately backstepped.

In that instant, the man had brought a sharp dagger, coated with some viscous liquid, stabbing at Jash.

As Jash stepped back, he gained an extra fraction of a second, delaying the dagger's contact.

Though that wasn't really needed as the man's hand was cut even before Jash could complete his maneuver.

—Clunk!

Blood spurted and fell on Jash as the dagger was hurtled away by another security team member.

Unlike others' expectations, Jash wasn't too surprised, as he jerked the blood off his hands.

"Don't kill him," he ordered right as he had backstepped, everything happening within seconds.

The middle-aged-man didn't even get any time to express his pain as his mouth was covered while a blade was touching his neck.

All it would take for him to die was less than the time needed to blink.

"Honestly, I am not interested in who sent you, but why did you shout 'I'm sorry' and why were you crying," Jash stated casually.

He knew that his words and actions would be reported to his parents, but he wasn't bothered.

After all, it was just another two days before the Academy started and the world would have already gone to shit by the time he graduated.

So, what did it matter if he remained indifferent to someone killing him and blood on him?

Wasn't that similar to the Entrance Test?

What better answer than "my senses were still in high alert mode after three days of intense fights, especially the last one"?

"Look, either you answer, or these guys will get me the answer. Choose wisely," Jash said, watching the man's increasing tears.

He was one insensitive prick when it came to those that aimed for his life, and he was already expecting the cliche blackmailed answer.

"I... hicc... I," the man began, freed from the hand grasping his mouth, but Jash said coldly, "I don't have all day, be quick."

The frosty tone frightened the middle-aged-man as he sniffled, swallowing his tears and deciding what to speak.

"They said, they will kill my daughter, after... uwaaa," the man cried instead of giving any good answer that Jash wanted.

"Haa..." Jash sighed at the answer, and ordered while standing up, "Bring his daughter to where I am going, and also him."

The man's blood ran cold as he feared what would happen next, thinking he just sold himself and his daughter to the devil, "You...!"

"Good job," Jash complimented as the security team knocked him out and led him away while Jash returned to the car.

The rest of the ride was silent as they arrived at the rundown building Jash had purchased.

"Wow, now this looks good," Jash noted, admiring the sleek glass, balanced with the marble designs and plants.

It wasn't too high or too low, just enough to be useful to Jash.

But it differed greatly from the nearby buildings that looked rundown, however, they had changed owners in the past few hours.

Because it was Jash that bought this building and re-built it, the nearby buildings were being bought and sold at astronomical prices.

Of course, Jash had already reserved 4 buildings next to the one he bought, and he would pay for it from his parent's pockets.

"What about those 4?" he asked the person who came to receive him, clad in black clothes, giving out nothing about his or her identity.

"Greetings Young Master, milady already processed the money, they are yours," the person responded in a feminine voice.

But were they truly female? Jash had no idea, nor was he going to ask.

"Alright, turn them into some kind of restriction for entering this building, and leave the rest of the area for gardens,"

"I want it to be filled with herbs used in potions and some decorative plants as well. Arrange for it," he ordered without any hesitation.

"As you wish."

Jash nodded, walking past her and looked at the half-empty ground floor with nothing but a few sofas and a reception desk.

Ascending the stairs instead of the lift, Jash skipped the first floor which was nothing but an area to gather and look out at the scenery.

On the second floor, he found a few rooms, all of them having the most advanced monitors, CPUs, hologram projectors and everything that he bought.

However, one room in particular had 5 monitors set up against 3 CPUs being freely set, that is, it could easily be set and freely explored upon.

"Perfect," Jash said with a smile before his smile cracked at the sudden noise.

"Ahh! Give me that! I want it!"