The Extra of The Lunerra



Every single one of the South Holar soldiers was neutralized and taken as prisoners. They were in a huge mess because the enemy's headquarters on this front had exploded, so there was no extra problem.

While all this was going on, Gurdas, Rulhan, Durvan and I were being brought back to the Northern Holar in a very large aircraft.

We were given first aid along the way to make sure that we didn't have any life-threatening problems, and we were even put in a room with quite comfortable-looking armchairs to rest, even if only for a short time.

Honestly, the whole journey, the thought that something else was going to happen to us was running through my mind. A rocket sent by the South, the fact that they knew about this ambush, that they were leading us into a trap even in this way, and many other scenarios... I worried about all sorts of different things. The thought that my luck in this world could leave me alone was something I could not yet accept.

Yet, to my relief, I realized that I was wrong because nothing happened. We entered the territory of the North Holar, and since we had no vital problems, we were dropped off at the headquarters to report directly.

Also... that's when I checked the notification I had ignored while running away from the enemy. The Mana Barrier had finally jumped a grade due to my constant use of it. This, of course, made me happy because it was one of the skills that I really used quite a lot.

From that point on, nothing much happened, to be honest. I was only asked questions like why I had gone against the plan and moved about an hour earlier than usual.

I didn't tell any lies, I told them exactly what I had experienced. Of course, I didn't state my main purpose for entering the archive room, but I wasn't lying when I said I wanted to know even more about the enemy, so even though they had trouble believing me at first, they eventually had to congratulate me, knowing that I wasn't lying.

The fact that I managed to kill Pulvar Sou'hard in the first place was a great achievement in itself. On top of that, they had gained positions from which they could obtain the virgonium they needed to create the weapon they would use against Caleuche, and in doing so, strike a blow against the South Holar.

What more could they ask for? Not only had I completed the operation, I had achieved more than they could have hoped for, and instead of blowing up everyone on the base, we had captured high-ranking enemies who could be interrogated.

This operation had accomplished much more than it was simply planned for.

After I had been asked all the questions I was going to be asked, after I had been assured that there would be no further problems, we were finally given permission to rest. So we did as we were told. We rested, we healed our wounds, I met Dorhud and General Darbal as an extra, I was congratulated for my achievements, and I continued to hang out with my three dwarf friends.

Aside from that, our group of four became slightly famous in the following days. We were more prominent than the other soldiers, we were more successful and we attracted attention.

After our success in the operation, the war on that front was finally over. The South had been forced to retreat because their headquarters on that side had been blown up, and we were standing in the middle of that success.

And so, the days went on day after day.

With all of us recovering, the period of rest was over. We were needed on the battlefield again. Soldiers were always in high demand. So, after a while, we were back to our old routine, even more intense.

For some reason, the war seemed to have escalated after our successful operation. It was as if the southerners were more aggressive and the northerners weaker. Still, it only made us more work on the battlefield, not that I was complaining. What I wanted was to fight from the beginning.

We defended, sometimes for two to three days without sleeping. Even when we rested, we listened to the bombs exploding and the sounds of the battlefield in our ears.

We attacked, killing countless soldiers and opening gaps in the front line. We took down important targets and rescued important people who needed to be rescued, and whatever our mission on the front was, we did it the way we were supposed to do it.

Three weeks passed quite quickly in this way. Three weeks of fighting non-stop, of taking wounds but never backing down.

I was trying harder than ever to prove myself, to get stronger. Because I had a goal. After thinking long and hard about the virgonium locations I had obtained from the archive room, the North Holar had finally decided to launch an attack on these locations and capture as many virgoniums as they could.

Of course, since these attacks were of vital importance, the soldiers assigned to these missions had to be carefully selected. The mountain where the thing I wanted was located was one of these mission points.

I specifically told Dorhud and General Darbal that I wanted to be part of that mission, and they said they would consider it, but that I might have to prove myself more if I wanted to secure my place. So as hard as I had pushed myself during my time here, this time I was pushing myself several times harder.

For example, I was going among the soldiers more fearlessly than before, I wasn't afraid to fight two armored dwarves at the same time. I was standing up to robots that were clearly stronger than me.

When I did such extreme things, the backlash I received was also heavy.

For one thing, the time I was given to rest was often no longer enough. I went into battle with a generalized pain that spread throughout my body and scars that had begun to etch themselves into my skin.

Yet these difficulties did not make me back down, on the contrary, they made me push myself even harder and strive even harder.

I came close to death many times, yet these were only the steps I had to overcome in order to improve. My reflexes, my skills, my stats, and my fighting ability continued to improve. I never stopped gaining experience, which was my goal from the very beginning.

At one point, I realized that there was even talk about me among the North Holar soldiers.

Some called me fearless, reckless even. Some said I was one of the bravest people they had ever seen in their lives. Every battle, the extreme things I tried and did only added to my reputation.

Of course, such good things were not the only things that were said about me.

Some people thought I had lost my mind and attributed my recklessness to madness. Some said they saw me smiling as I slaughtered bloodied enemy soldiers, that they saw me become savage as if I enjoyed slaughtering them.

They were not wrong. Sometimes I did such things without realizing it, my wiera side's hunger for chaos was something that could easily be unleashed in such battles. Still, I was slowly learning to suppress it, so I didn't care about such rumors.

So, having just come out of a war, a notice was finally issued for those to be appointed. I found out that our group was part of the team that was going to go exactly where I wanted.

When I received the news, an involuntary smile appeared on my face, I was happy that all the hard work I had put in for three weeks had paid off.

However, I didn't let myself get caught up in this feeling, this excitement. After I found out that I had been selected for that mission, there was only one thought that haunted my mind.

I wondered if I was too late.

Has that woman already got it, or is she getting it right now?

Well, what will I do if I meet her there?

These and other questions plagued me. Nevertheless, I put them all aside and made sure to prepare myself for my mission, or rather my actual 'mission'.

After all, what I had decided to do was perhaps one of the biggest challenges I would face since the day I came into this world.