Surviving As An Extra In Fantasy World Isn't Easy

Chapter 223 223:Secret Hideout[3]

Lucas who had just entered the passage felt a splitting headache. His vision distorted and the world around him changed as a certain memory played in his mind.

Dark smoke covered the area as the stadium raged with flames around corpses of people scattered all around that were burned in flames and the whole stadium was soaked in blood.

"Aaahhhhh!"

"Argh!"

"Save us!!"

"God, have mercy!"

"Please, spare my life!"

The people screamed in horror as explosions rang all around them.

Knights who enacted a barrier to safeguard the crowd were cut apart by dark-robed intruders

The line of Knights collapsed as the fellow knights beside them turned against them stabbing at their backs.

The barrier covering the crowd started to shake as the knights who were maintaining the barrier collapsed and faltered as the ground cracked due to exhaustion of power.

The moment the explosion occurred, the nobles ran away while 30,000 audiences were left on their own, powerless to defend.

Amongst the pile of corpses, Lucas' body laid in blood flowing out of his body that dyed the ground.

He was lying with half of his body burning and barely able to maintain his consciousness.

As he tried to move, emerging from the crowd, a sudden stomp over his shoulder pinned him down.

"Ahhhh!''

A painful groan emerged from his lips.

On looking up, he saw a handsome fair-skinned man grinning at him.

Before he could understand anything, the man bent down and pulled his hands to rip it apart.

"No….Don't. Please, it hurts."

Tears oozed out from his eyes and his body wriggled imagining the pain.

As he thought he was about to die, he suddenly felt flakes of snow falling on him as a sudden figure appeared beside him and sent the man flying with a kick.

...….

"Haaaaaa…."

Lucas' knees almost gave away due to the terrifying scene.

It was a hundred times worse than he expected. Without the supervision of higher authority, it was chaos and the knights who fought for others were backstabbed by their own friends.

"It seems Future Lucas had a personal beef with this guy."

Lucas clenched his fist which was burning with power. His eyes had become bloodshot and the veins over his arms bulged. His breathing was a bit heavier as his heart started beating crazily pumping more blood, fueled with adrenaline.

His senses were heightened at the moment and the moment his ears caught a subtle clicking sound, he dragged his right leg backward twisting his torso.

Lucas knocked on the door at the end of passage with an evil grin.

"Don't, he isn't going to die easily."

When the door opened, a man appeared with a confused expression and before he could understand anything, Lucas punched his face.

The hard metallic gauntlet smashed the person's cheek with such heavy force that the man didn't fly away but the force caused his face to rotate, and his neck snapped rotating to the other side breaking the pivot joint.

A swift crackling sound echoed.

Without giving others time to react, Lucas threw a smoke grenade in quick succession which following a curve in the air blasted off shooting smoke around.

"What the hell?"

Cough....Cough....

The dark smoke coupled with white heavy gas made one choke on their breath once inhaled.

"You want to benefit by causing chaos, huh."

"Today, I will make sure to instill the feeling of chaos inside you."

A killing intent burst forth from Lucas and his eyes became dark.

Lucas kicked the corpse, sending it flying.

The man flying into the wall smashed against a decorative art on the wall.

He raised his gaze looking for experience points but seeing none, he sighed.

"It seems I am not gonna get experience points when this system is going on maintenance."

His helmet acted as a gas mask and had thermal vision enabling him to locate the people in the heavy smoke.

The guy named Seph was at the peak of 5-Star. There were other three at the early 5-Star realm and minions ranged from mid-3-Star to peak 4-Star.

Lucas noted down the enemies while observing their sorry condition.

Inside the room, everything was in chaos as loud coughing and choking voices filled the whole space.

Cough…Cough.

"My eyes…Damn it…My eyes…"

"Ughh! My eyes and throat are burning."

"I can't breathe. Someone do something."

"Damn it…What the hell is in this gas that's causing such an effect?"

"Someone, open the door. Open the door!"

"Idiot, there isn't any door here!!"Someone yelled angrily.

"All of you stop breathing and kill the intruder. It's not as if you are going to die if you can't breathe for a moment." Seph waved his creating gust to keep away the smoke while using his aura to generate wind waves.

A man covering his nose unsheathed his sword and running towards the door, slashed at Lucas furiously wanting to vent his anger and get away from there.

Lucas smirked as he saw the sword coming towards him.

"You really are a courageous one. Pouncing on a stranger without assessing things."

Swish!

A red glow traced the air in the dark smoke, flying past the man. Following it, a hand flew holding a sword and the man fell to the ground with a small thud.

"Arghhhhhhh!" The man shrieked and rolled onto the ground holding his shoulder, below which everything was missing.

"How....How?" He yelled as his face became pale.

As he tried to stand up, his legs trembled in shock because he was unable to react to the person's speed.

Even though smoke obscured the vision, he could still locate the person with mana sense so how?

The enemy was at the peak of 3-Star, while he was at the peak of 4-Star but the speed of the boy drawing his sword was almost invisible to his eyes.

The man with the dazed expression was startled to see the smoke shook with a strong gale and in the next second, the person was behind him.

He opened his lips to speak, to scream but he found his vision distorting and his lips touched the dusty humid floor.

Lucas gave a back kick sending the head crashing into the passage he came from.

"All of you aren't men. Just a little smoke and you have been reduced to such a state."

"Do you think this much smoke is enough to blind us?"

As if trying to show off, a man bracing himself walked towards the smoke grenade.

"Hahahaahha!"

"Watch me!"

A man spoke and opened his lips, then started sucking the smoke covering the whole area.

The smoke nearby lessened forming a vortex due to the suction force.

Lucas was a bit shocked seeing that man and wondered just how much did this guy smoke to have such a lung capacity.

Half of the smoke in the room was inhaled by the man. The other members of Omen were surprised by this person.

As the smoke slowly dissipated, the figure of an unknown person appeared in their eyes, shocking them.

Seph who just sat in his seat leisurely as if nothing happened, suddenly squinted his eyes.

The person wore a metallic gear of some sort unknown to them which looked like a mechanized knight's armour.

It was black with red stripes in between and the helmet had an orange glass as an eye patch. It looked cool.

'An interesting toy. It seems, I finally found a prey to enjoy.'

The man who was inhaling the smoke suddenly stopped and screamed, drawing everyone's attention.

"You....Beast....uuuuu."

He clutched his neck due to the heavy discomfort. His eyes bulged out from his socket and his skin became dark green with veins bulging out from his body.

Blood started to ooze out from his eyes, ears and nose as his body convulsed.

"Huh, what is happening to him?"

"Hey, are you alright?"

"It is the effect of excessive smoking."

Cough....Cough....

He spewed blood and with trembling legs, he fell onto the ground while flapping like a dried fish that finally gave out.

A deep silence lingered for a moment and everyone stared at Lucas with eyes filled with horror.

The man was at an early 5-Star and he died just like that.

Just what the hell was mixed in this smoke? A deep chill crept into their heart thinking about the consequence of inhaling this.

"Don't worry, it's not a deadly poison. None of you will die if you breathe a little. It's just this guy smoked too much weed as per the effect of inhaling the smoke, hehe.."

A creepy laugh echoed in their ears.

"Holyshit!"

"Bloody hell!"

CLAP!CLAP!CLAP!CLAP!CLAP!

"You are truly good at playing deadly games, however the end you have forecasted might not be the same," Seph spoke, putting on a gentlemanly smile.

"I wasn't able to enjoy myself watching people shed themselves apart in tears and agony so it seems God sent me a starter to keep myself occupied. I will make sure to enjoy myself while killing you."

"Hahahaha!" Seph started laughing while ordering his man to hold this guy.

"Don't kill him. Just cut his limbs." Seph commanded.

Lucas drew his sword and took a few steps forward with a provocative smile.

"Hey, dog."

A man ran forward, thrusting his sword towards Lucas who tilted his head to the left allowing the sword to pass through and kick the man in the torso. The man's body bent due to the strong force of the kick.

Lucas raised his sword and slashed swiftly, cutting his head that fell onto the ground.

Lucas stepped and kicked the headless guy aside and stepped on the head, crushing the pitiful guy's head into minced meat.

The members of Omen flinched back seeing this guy killing by cutting heads and then kicking the head like footballs. They stared at Lucas as if looking at a demon who didn't even have a shed of mercy even though you are dead.

Lucas turned at Seph, then sneered.

"It seems Lina hadn't taught her dog how to bark properly."

The temperature of the place fell by a margin.

A thick vein bulged over Seph's forehead as he gritted his jaw with immense anger.

"Stop staring at him. All of you just go at him together!!" Seph screamed angrily while pulling a chair to the side to look at the match as if this was a sort of refreshment.

Lucas quickly turned back hurriedly taking his steps. The underground hallway might be large enough for them to fight without restriction but their things here restrict their freedom.

Lucas ran sticking closer to the wall, jumped over a small sofa and extended his hand to catch art works, throwing them behind.

Two men jumped at him and tore apart the paintings, then slashed their swords at him but their swords just met an empty space. The moment before their swords could graze past Lucas, his image melts into the shadows astonishing them.

Lucas stepped out from the shadows cast by them on the back. His body shot up, with both of his hands occupied by daggers that hacked into their necks with perfect harmony.

He looked back at the incoming people and turning around, made a powerful dash toward the men using flash steps and then his image blurred and appeared right before their eyes.

Lucas threw a dagger that was deflected narrowly by the front men but in doing so, Lucas closed in on one of them and slashed his front, tearing his chest.

"And why is he so fast?"

The men were frightened seeing the intruder's speed. They felt that their body movements have become surprisingly slow while their enemy is too fast.

With Lucas' speed increased by flash steps, the men didn't have time to draw their weapons, before they could react they were cut apart by a blood-red blade with blood spluttering on the ground.

A blade grazed past Lucas' shoulder and managed to scratch his armour. Lucas immediately ducked and performed a roundhouse kick hitting the man's ankles.

"Arghhhh!"

A groan escaped from the man's lips, the bones of his knee were crushed into dust and his balance faltered. Just as he stepped back with a painful expression, a red light flashed over his neck and soon his vision was greeted by eternal darkness