The Extra's Return

I say again, I was once a low-ranking adventurer.

In my previous life.

It happened after I left Ryam City, after being homeless, and after I was tired of scavenging everywhere for food to survive.

At that time I already understood enough about this world. Which was the world of the s I had read. So, I tried to become an adventurer in a city that I thought was safe.

I was active as a low-ranked Adventurer probably around the year 993 to 997 of the Sovereign Calendar. I'm not sure.

With my dexterity, I finally became an Adventurer. However, instead of the hope of achieving happiness, what I got was another suffering from what I usually experienced.

Because I was weak and didn't have Mana Core, again, suffering had become my daily meal.

Especially those, high-rank Adventurers who were arrogant and liked to intimidate low-rank Adventurers.

I was sure Fidel was included in the category of arrogant high ranked Adventurer. So, when I remembered all my suffering, I felt a little anger that I unintentionally directed at Fidel.

Moreover, Fidel obviously had a hypocritical nature, a trait that I hated the most.

"Come forward!"

Fiel spoke casually and in a dismissive tone. His mouth wobbled as he spoke, clearly indicating contempt.

His hand movements, which were like a master leading a pet, clearly belittled me.

He was trying to provoke me.

First, I picked up the sword that was on the edge of the arena. It's an ordinary iron sword. I decided to borrow this sword instead of pulling the Svangur Sword from its sheath.

[Name: Iron Sword.

Grade: Trash.

Description: Mass production item. Has average sharpness and durability. Suitable for average people].

Why did I was feeling like the description by World System was telling me that this sword was more suitable for me?

"Don't you already have a sword? Why don't you use it?"

"This is enough."

There were no rules prohibiting the use of personal weapons on the Adventurer enlistment test. However, I felt that it would be too much if I had to use the Svangur Sword.

It would be a different story if I had been consumed by the anger in my heart like a child. If so, I would definitely slash him blindly, so that the Svangur Sword could drink blood.

However, I don't want to create a mess here.

'The first thing I want to do is, confirm the level of power I have.'

Fidel only had one B stats. Only his strength was already at B level according to Skill Judgement. Even so, he was already qualified as a rank B Adventurer.

'Can just one stat with rank B makes one get rank B as an Adventurer as well?'

Without taking much more time, I advanced, attacking Fidel selflessly.

"Ugh!"

"Hm?"

Surprisingly, I was able to push him away with a single strike.

He resisted my sword attack with difficulty.

Seeing him change his expression so quickly, from one of disdain for me to one of surprise, I had already confirmed what I wanted to confirm.

It turned out that my guess was correct. Even though I didn't use any skills, I could still corner him. Looking at the difference in stats that I have with him, I've guessed enough.

Even though he was a Rank Master Warrior and a Rank B Adventurer, I didn't find it difficult to fight him.

In my previous life, at a point in time, even though I had practiced very hard, I would never be able to corner a rank B warrior.

A high-rank Adventurer is like a cloud in the sky.

'At least, that was before I met Cornelia.'

By the way, I fought Fidel without using Mana. Whereas he seems to have used Mana.

I didn't expect that I would be able to push him a bit even without using Mana or any skills.

Maybe it was because I had undergone Body Reconstruction? But to be honest, I can clearly feel that my body's pure strength has increased a lot.

Or maybe it was just Fidel's utilization of Mana that was like trash? Who knows?

Little by little, as my stats increased, my physical strength also increased. 'If my stats continue to increase, it might not be long before I can match my physical strength in my previous life, perhaps.'

"Kuh! Where does your strength come from, when you obviously have such a small and muscle-less body."

"Are you curious?"

Unintentionally, I imitated the expression that Fidel had previously shown.

An expression of disdain for the opponent. My mouth was wavy, and the look on my face expressed that I was bored. All of that was clearly reflected on my face.

"You forced me to do this!"

He took some distance from me.

Thick mana seemed to start gathering into the sword in his hand. Then the sword he was holding began to glow.

Sword Aura.

This time I was able to see that skill again.

It hasn't been long since I fought Vice Captain Knight Trusty who used the Sword Aura skill.

Granted, his wasn't as thick as Vice Knight Captain Trusty. But it was still a Sword Aura.

He must be very confident in the skills he unleashed.

The look in his eyes returned to a haughty look.

"Hehe, eat this!"

The sword that he had coated in Mana launched itself at me.

Right before he slashed at me...

Clung!

"Okay. I give up."

I dropped the sword to the ground and raised both my hands as a sign of surrender.

"W-What?"

He stopped in the middle of the road.

When he saw me give up so easily, he couldn't help but be stunned.

"H-how can you just give up like that? Didn't you have to fight hard for your evaluation score to be good? Don't you want to rank high as an Adventurer?"

He looked very angry.

Even though I had already admitted defeat, he seemed to want to attack me.

I glanced at the staff of the Adventurer's Association holding the scoring paper beside the arena. Then the staff gave Fidel a death glare.

From the lip movements the staff showed, I could guess that he was giving Fidel a stern warning.

"Once again, if you do so, this time you will be considered as not completing your duties as an examiner, so you will not get any payment!"

That's more or less what he was saying.

Eventually, Fidel stopped completely.

I lowered my hands as I watched Fidel step down from the arena while continuing to grumble.

***

[Adventurer Card.

Name: Mesties Warwick.

Rank: F.

Position: Attacker.]

In my hand is an adventure card.

Above the adventurer card in my hand, my name and the adventurer rank I had earned were written.

Rank F. The lowest rank. That's the rank I got.

Even so, I was glad I managed to become an Adventurer. Even though it was rank F, I was already qualified to take the quests I aimed for.

Rank F was a natural thing for me to get considering I gave up on the martial skill test.

The reason I gave up wasn't because I couldn't beat Fidel.

The real reason was because of what I had learned from my previous life.

Extra characters may not show off their full strength. Once an extra character flaunts his strength, that person will die at the hands of someone stronger than him.

That's what I learned.

Extra characters were not the same as the main characters.

If the main characters would always get an injection of strength from nowhere, then the extra characters can only accept the situation.

Once an extra character has a strong enemy, there would be no chance to fight back.

The main characters were different. The main character would be able to survive against stronger enemies, even if it happens hundreds of times. Because they will continue to get stronger as the enemy gets stronger.

In my previous life, I had seen too many scenes like that until I was sick of it.

After all, there was nothing to be gained from beating Fidel. Whether I lose or win, obviously I can still be an adventurer.

I put my adventurer card into my Inventory.

Then I returned to the front hall.

Once I got to the front hall, I saw that there was a commotion. People were crowding around in a circle.

This kind of scene was already a common thing. So I wasn't surprised to see it.

I broke through the crowd until I could finally see the center of the stormy crowd.

I couldn't help but retract my words. I wasn't surprised at first, but I became a little shocked when I saw that the center of the crowd was Veronica.

She had made people notice her from the start because of her sexy clothes and pretty face, just like a honey bee, but this time it seemed that the reason was different.

There was an old man with a beard who was in front of the reception desk where she was serving as a receptionist.

The bearded old man did not look like an Adventurer. He was wearing a black suit and a bow tie. Since he was wearing the typical clothes of a Butler, of course, he was a Butler belonging to a nobleman.

'So, what's his problem with Veronica?'