Surviving As An Extra In Fantasy World Isn't Easy



Words struck in Lucas's throat and his voice quivered.

Frightened by the sudden turn of events, he screamed in horror.

"Charles….why are you…?"

"Fuck Offfff !"

BANG!

Before Lucas could finish his sentence, Charles shot forward. Finding Lucas annoying, he shoved him aside, hitting him with the elbow.

Surprised by Charles's sudden maneuver, Lucas tumbled onto the ground, groaning in pain. Inwardly, he cursed Charles, but as he rolled around, he saw a man coming straight in their direction who was intercepted by Charles.

Gawking at the scene, as a sudden realization dawned on him, Lucas stared at Charles back in disbelief.

'Did he just save me?'

'Maybe he just found this troublesome, seeing me standing between his prey.'

Lucas then stood up, focusing on Charles's fight attentively. He was careless seeing Charles appearing here, which might have proved fatal if Charles had not reacted.

According to the script, Charles was going to be kidnapped, but he was found later. His personality, which was still manageable, took a nasty turn for the worse after he got back from this incident. That's where his true journey as a villain began.

With a thump, the ground shook as Charles and the enemy exchanged lofty blows.

Lucas, who was standing there motionlessly, thinking about what to do, looked around with a bewildered gaze. It was because he felt something.

BEEP…BEEP!

The device in Lucas's pocket rang, proving his hunch was correct.

Everything in his eyes slowed down, as he saw a twinkling light.

Mana was sucked in one direction and as it was being sucked in, a wary sensation welled up in his heart.

There was one possibility that immediately came into his mind.

Reacting to the situation, a sudden scream erupted from his mouth.

"Charles!"

He did not know what came over him at that time.

Maybe it was a rational thought of saving Charles, who was the only one who could fight against the enemy, or perhaps it was a momentary pity that arose in his heart, clouding all his senses.

He did not know how, but as if a reflex action, activating flash steps, the new image of Lucas appeared nearby Charles, taking both Charles and the enemy surprised, he pushed Charles and also threw himself away at the same time.

Subsequently, reddish-hot flames hung over the sky and rained down on the ground at random.

Sharp shreds of flame shot toward the ground. Rolling on the ground, Lucas somehow dodged the needles of flames.

However, they made the fatal mistake, which was losing sight of the enemy.

Even in a hasty situation, Charles did not lose his calmness and raised his sword to counter-attack, but at that time something hit his head.

BANG!

"Where are you looking at, bastard?"

A sharp pain coursed through Charles as he was thrashed on the ground. A little far away from him, Lucas kicked the ground to extinguish the sharp pricks of flames that managed to hit him.

Unlike Charles, he can't manipulate the aura to that degree to protect himself.

Lucas's body shivered when he heard a loud thump, his eyes widened seeing Charles falling on the ground with blood trickling from his head.

Feeling uneasy, Lucas's mind was overcome by fear, which interfered with the body's ability to perceive the attack.

It was then…

An image flickered beside him.

BAAAAAM!

A bright light exploded before him. With a thump, a piercing sound of metal hitting against soft flesh resounded.

Lucas's eyes popped out, and his lips opened wide as out of nowhere, the person with the metallic gauntlet hit him in his gut.

His eyesight blurred, and before he could recover, a punch thrashed his face with a loud bang.

As his body slumped down on the ground, the enemy pulled him up by grabbing his hair.

Swaying his knee backward, he then slammed it against Lucas's stomach.

BAAAM!

A strong gust emerged due to the hit.

BLUERGHH!

His stomach churned, emptying the digestive juices coupled with blood as his body fell to the ground.

As he falls, his, head became blank and his vision turned bloody.

The man clicked his tongue in displeasure and stared at his partner walking over to Charles.

Meanwhile, the other man nudged Charles by kicking him.

"Yooooo Big shot!"

"What did you say to me previously?"

"Filthy dogs, who only bark, not bite?"

"Now, why don't you tell me if this dog bites or not." Mocking Charles, he kicked his chest, seeing him losing consciousness.

"Kyakkkkkkk!"

Charles wailed, trying to move away from the feet pressing him down but was too weak to muster his strength.

"You will not end up well."

"My father will kill you." Charles treated him with bloodshot eyes.

"Before that, I will kill you, bastard. Your status doesn't mean a damn thing when you are at the door of death. I will cut your finger and send it to your father as a gift."

The man spat on Charles, only to see him biting his lips angrily. It was easy to feel the wavering eyes filled with fear, and he liked it.

"Do you have anything you want to say?"

Charles freaked out inwardly, but his ego was still intact. He still did not believe it.

"You cheated. Your number was higher, and you used a sneak attack to win."

"Hahaha!"

"You are complaining even in this situation."

"Bastard, did you think we will play by the rules?"

"Did you sell your brain cell before coming here?"

"Stop your foolish act, filthy ant." Charles roared.

"Shut up fucker." The man kicked Charles in his face and stomped on it repeatedly, making his face swell.

He enjoys breaking down the vain confidence in the nobles.

Deciding to treat this bastard properly, he raised his sword handle to bash Charles again.

But at that moment…

"Ahhhh."

A scream was heard. The voice sounded so familiar that the man pausing in his tracks turned around to take a look.

And at that moment, something tearing in the air struck his hand.

Blood gushed out from his wrist, and the pain startled him, making him drop his sword.

His eyes became blank.

'It can't be….'

His sense of reason became distorted.

Before him was an unknown student whom he had thought of as a nobody, but it appears that the matter was not as simple as he predicted.

Eeriness crept down his spine seeing the scene, seeing his partner rolling down on the ground.

Then his eyes were directed towards the kid.

He was standing, panting heavily, and stretching his hand to aim his gun at him.

He was drenched in blood and did not look at all impressive, but even so when his gaze met with the blazing golden eye boiling with untold anger.

A bad premonition stirred the calmness of his heart.