Surviving As An Extra In Fantasy World Isn't Easy



A sharp sound of slicing the air whistled as Jenette lashed her whip at Charles. An intense flurry of attacks poured upon Charles as he lunged around, trying to avoid getting whipped.

CRACK!

The ground on which he stood before cracked, as the whip struck the ground.

"Haa...Haa..."

Panting heavily, Charles channelized his mana to propel himself but his steps faltered as a suffocating pain welled near his chest.

Charles's steps ceased and his expression became pale.

'Damn, I have overexerted my vessel too much.'

"Is this what you have got?"Jennette sneered at Charles and lunged forward whipping her whip while chanting"Thorn Blast!"

The whip slices the air shimmering with a black haze. The thorns embedded in it glow and as he slashed it at Charles, the thorns shot at Charles.

Gaining his balance, Charles unsheathed his blade channelling his mana. A bursting discomfort as if tearing off flesh surfaced again but suppressing his inner turmoil, he swung his blade with all his might.

[Sand Illuminating Slash]

The scenery around Charles was distorted. For a fleeting moment, the rocky terrain around Charles morphed into shifting sand.

A sandstorm appeared and encased him through which, a small glimmer twirled. Following it, a brown line appeared, tracing which particles of sand started to perfectly follow the path creating a huge sphere of a sandstorm around Charles.

KABOOM!

The thorns that shot at Charles bounced off after clashing against the sandstorm and shot around.

"Gotcha!"

Charles, who just heaved in relief, was shocked to hear the sound. From the covering of sand, Jennette holding a whip covered in mana appeared right before him with a smug smile.

"It's over."

The distance was too close for Charles to defend. His sword was useless, as the whip would just wrap around the sword.

With no way out, he needed to use bloodline ability even though he had to face backlash and suffer pain. Fortunately, it was a virtual battle otherwise this might be the last time he would use his bloodline ability.

Just as Jennette stepped on the ground, before she could comprehend her situation, her body was tossed in the air.

Charles stomped his ground and used his bloodline ability to morph the ground making it a trampoline.

Charles then clapped and slammed his palm on the ground.

BANG!

Jennette spun her body in mid-air to land. But before she could land, two large hands of stones shot out from the ground and slammed her.

The clap crushed her into the pest and as the stony hands reverberated back, Jennette's lifeless figure crushed into a pellet fell.

SPURT!

Spurting blood, Charles kneeled on the ground. His body was on fire and he felt his mana vessels had been stretched and torn.

"Hey, are you alright?"

Charles felt a soft touch on his shoulder. On looking up, he saw Frederick staring at him worriedly. Seeing this, he felt uncomfortable as both of them had been going over each other's throats a month ago.

Even though the feeling of being disgusted had lessened, it was still there.

"Here, take a potion."

Seeing Frederick taking out a potion, Charles choked and coughed more blood. After drinking so many potions, Charles had already developed a trauma towards potions.

"I am okay. I have just overstrained myself." replying blankly, Charles asked, "Is it over?"

"Almost!"Frederick replied, peering at the battle afar.

"He is an unbelievable guy. He will win, by the way, do you know about Parth's whereabouts?"Frederick asked worriedly.

Charles, looking at him seriously answered.

"He is dead!"

"What?"Frederick exclaimed in panic.

.......

Several red dots blinked, emitting a mechanical beep sinking Ezekiel's heart in dreariness but remembering something, his expression turned normal.

"Bombs can't harm me."

"No, they can!"Lucas grinned, pulling out an amulet from the ring stunning Ezekiel.

Ezekiel's eyes popped out of the socket and before his hands could search the waist, a sonorous blast broke out sinking the ground beneath him.

"Noooooooo!"

Ezekiel wailed loudly but his scream of despair was suppressed by the sound of explosion that engulfed him.

BOOOOM!

Shockwaves radiated around along with bursts of flames sweeping away the dirt and debris. The ground trembled and jolted due to the blast and from the burning mass, a figure shot out leaving behind a trail.

Slamming against the ground, Lucas's body slid off the ground for a few meters.

Letting out a groan, Lucas coughed a mouth full of blood. The protective amulet casted a 3-Star barrier but this wasn't enough to take the explosion that was much more fierce than before.

There was no way he could defeat Ezekiel in close combat. If he tried to aim for his head, he would be butchered. So, he attached a fidget-shaped orb to his gun from before and let it blast.

For this, he attacked Ezekiel from the back and stole the amulet. If this plan failed then as always Frederick was there to clean the mess.

Having a protagonist sla...he meant a protagonist friend is a great boon. He would be a fool if he didn't use Frederick.

Biting his lips to avert the burning pain of his cut arm and the bleeding of the internal, he looked at the place of the explosion.

There weren't even remnants of Ezekiel's corpse as it was devoured by the flames. It was one of the worst ways to die and this might have left a trauma.

"Poor guy!" Lucas smiled thinking about Ezekiel's furious expression after he teleported outside.

Taking out a potion, Lucas engulfed it and stared at the missing arm.

"A necessary sacrifice."Lucas consoled him.

As soon as the explosion dissipated, the onlooker's eyes gleamed seeing two flags left behind after Ezekiel's death.

Seeing this, many ran toward the spot.

Swish!Swish!Swish!

Arrows struck the place drawing a line.

On looking around, they saw Rose standing on a tree bunch signalling that everyone who crossed the line would die.

Following this, with another bang Axel and Stephen appeared before it. Slowly, all the notable figures appeared but none of them picked the flag.

"These guys!"Lucas let out a sigh.

Getting up, he looked at the timer. There were still 18 minutes left before the end.

With a crooked smile, Lucas made his way toward the place.

Under everyone's astonishing gaze, the people who were on the spot and those outside, Lucas walked with a blank stern face.

His teammates who circled the flag, gave him away for him as a sign of respect.

Yes, all of them already had a tacit understanding. Only Lucas had the right to lift it.

From identifying traitors to misleading other teams, setting them up, and dealing the final blow, all of this was orchestrated by him.

Standing before the flag, Lucas's eyes shone strangely. Looking around, he saw 19 people of his class surrounding the place.

Half of the numbers that entered were traitors which was a worrisome thing.

As he started at the flag, strange thoughts flashed in his mind.

Was there reason to be deeply involved in such a senseless battle and plan out too much?

It was useless in Lucas's view if not for the blessing but since he stepped here, he decided to form a connection with a certain someone.

And to do that, he needs authority and an unchallengeable one on top of that.

There is only one way to do that which was to prove his worth so that no one could ignore him.

Bending down, Lucas picked one flag and waved it as a sign of victory. The one-hour time is useless if the battle ends and points would be given regardless.

"We are not going to take the second flag?"

"What?"

"Why?"

"Lucas, what are you saying?"

"This is absurd, we worked hard for this?"

As soon as Lucas's words fell, voices of dissatisfaction rang around him.

"One flag is enough for our class to win. With kills and contribution points, we will already win. There is no need to create an overwhelming lead. We are here to win, not dominate. We should let another team do it."

"I think Lucas is right."Vagrave supported his decision and explained.

"In doing so Lucas also averted the threats that might come from all classes banging up and attacking us in this short time. Since we have exposed ourselves to other classes, they would not let go of the opportunity to bite us if he pushed them too much."

Lucas then stepped forward, looking at certain individuals who looked at him in disbelief.

'At least he is smart enough to know that I am speaking to him.'

"I am not pitying you, rather think of this as a favour you owe in the future. I acknowledge you and I wish to work with you in the future.''

'I guess this is enough to bind him to me for now. I will wait for you.'

'Zack is hailed as the best tactical Commander who is going to shine brightly during the upcoming war.'

Giving him a brief nod, Lucas retreated.

Following Lucas's lead, The Class A-3 retreated from the place after which another bloody fight ensued.

In the end, the leftover flag was taken by Class C-1 with the combined effort of Class A-10.

With this curtain, the Inter Class Battle Royal finally came to an end.

........

Meanwhile, at a broken embankment.

A figure drenched in mud and filth stepped up with torn clothes.

"I missed my chance to shine."

"Noooooo!'I can't believe this. How can you do this to me?"

"Fuck you, Lucas! Fuck you, Charles."

A bestial cry of sorrow erupted.