Surviving As An Extra In Fantasy World Isn't Easy



In the VIP lounge at the sword club.

"Haaa…" A man with gray hair massaged his shoulder.

"From the very moment you stepped in here, I knew you were going to cause trouble here."

"What do you mean?" The other man feigned ignorance.

"Issac, I don't care what tricks you have under your sleeve, but don't you dare mess with the people in my place." His tone became sharp, and his body exuded a terrifying pressure, cracking the cups placed over the table.

"Nathan, since when did you become so hot-headed?"

Beside him, Issac gave a gentlemanly smile and waved his hands gracefully, which countered the pressure released by Nathan.

Even a small gesture of his was filled with elegance, filled with an inexplicable charm.

Nathan, eyes became cold seeing Issac smiling under his intense gaze. He may not hold any important position in the student council, but he held the ranked privileges and his rank was just below Issac in the third year.

If he went all out with his sword, Issac would surely lose a limb or two, but what makes this guy unfathomable was his sinister crooked mind.

Countless people admired his beauty, and many girls would die if he just winked. He also had a good reputation in the academy. However, only a few knew that this handsome gentlemanly appearance of his was just a facade. Anyone who believes in him would find himself lying in a grave filled with grass.

"Just remember that I am the head of the Sword Club, and it's under me. If something happened to that boy, I am going to come after you and you know better than anyone else that I'm not concerned with pieces of evidence or all this shit, to know which bastard is pulling strings."

"Solve your affairs outside my club."

Issac's smile faltered for a moment, after which he chuckled, "It's not as if he will kill him. I just wanted to see how capable that guy is, to be chosen as Secretary by the President. It's just a friendly spat, so relax. Nothing will happen to him."

"Except for some minor injuries and a few bone cracks, everything will be fine," Issac's voice turned sinister.

....

"What are you doing?" Helena frowned.

"Just having a spar." Lucas shrugged his shoulder.

This is not a cultivation world where he can back out and hide in seclusion. Stepping back here will make the situation worse than before.

Moreover, he will lose many things if he steps back.

So, why resist?

He should just go with the flow and put up a show. As long as he can win by a minor margin, everything will be okay.

The opponent is a senior, and the difference between them was two minor realms. Technically, that guy should be ashamed of staying in a 2-Star for a whole year despite coming from such a prestigious family.

Even if Lucas loses, so what? No one going to mock him for losing, but if he wins…

'Khekkk!'

Lucas tried to suppress his evil smile from leaking out but still, Helena noticed something weird from Lucas's expression and felt goosebumps for some reason.

"Take this."

Taking off his tailcoat, he handed it to Helena and walked ahead, leaving Helena in bewilderment.

"What the? I am not your maid?" Helena grumbled after being treated like a servant, still, she did not throw the coat.

Everyone had a different opinion on this matter.

Heavy betting on odds began. Some seniors even went as far as placing 500 points on Lucas's loss.

After both of them walked over the stage, Lucas noticed a strange glint in Joyce's eyes.

There was a tacit understanding in sparring, that touching the vital spot of the opponent should be avoided, but many could feel that Joyce might overlook the rules, after all, he had a strong backing.

If only Joyce had dedicated himself to the training, he might be standing higher than before.

CLANG!

Lucas's eyes narrowed, seeing the handyman throwing the blunt sword onto the ground while respectfully taking up the other to Joyce who seemed to be mocking him.

'Look at this. This is the difference between our status.'

Lucas picked it up and held the sword in one hand.

The referee standing between Lucas and Joyce stretched his arms to signal them to prepare.

When both sides finished their preparation, he stepped back waving his hand, which signaled the start.

'Begin.'

The spectators watched them with great enthusiasm.

Joyce stood there waiting for Lucas to take the first step.

Lucas also stood there casually without moving an inch, which irked Joyce.

'Since you are not beginning, I will take the first step.'

Soon after, Joyce lunged at Lucas like a raging bull thirsty for his blood.

Lucas took a few backward back steps, then fell to the side as Joyce got closer.

Joyce's sword cut through the empty air. Missing the first strike, Joyce twisted his legs to turn around, throwing a cut in the air.

Seeing Joyce turning and throwing himself at him again, Lucas bending down, dodged the sword by a narrow margin, then twisted his calves and raised his feet to kick on the back-stepping foot of Joyce.

Joyce's heavy body lost its balance due to intervention in his motion, and his upper body tilted 90° forward.

Struggling to stand on his soles, he finally tripped over and fell.

The audition gasped in shock seeing this, and then they burst into laughter as it was ridiculous.

"Damnnnnn!" Joyce cursed, standing up.

Lucas stared at him suspiciously.

'Something is wrong, it looked as if he did it deliberately.'

Lucas smacked his lips, unable to comprehend this guy's mind.

'Maybe he is trying to level up the odds for the bet.'

Just as Lucas thought, after pretending to be clueless for a few exchanges, Joyce started to bare his fangs.

CLANG!CLANG!CLANG!CLANG!

Lucas's eyes widened as he kept on blocking each strike going over his vital spots. Lucas kept himself on guard, keeping his sword closer to his neck, seeing Joyce aiming for his neck.

So, Lucas jumped back, trying to dodge the attacks as much as possible.

"Hey, kid."

"Are you afraid of crossing swords with me? Cowardly tricks don't mean much in real battle."

Lucas's face was apathetic, even at the taunts and provocation.

Joyce threatened to stab Lucas with his long arm.

Joyce became impatient again, seeing Lucas's indifferent expression, and ran over him once more.

Lucas kept on ducking the blow, tiring out Joyce. A mad bull like him always had a brain filled with muscles instead of brain cells, making it easier for others to defeat them.

Seeing Lucas dodging him with ease, Joyce, unable to keep his habit in check, mocked up again.

"Don't you have the guts to fight head-on, coward?"

"Hahaha!"

"It seems, you are nothing but just a toy for the President to play with and then discard when it becomes useless."

"Did not the President teach the toy how to fight? Don't you understand, you are just a dog who is cared for by no one?"

"It seems The President doesn't know how to judge people, or maybe she is just as useless as you."

As soon as Joyce's worse fell, the expression of everyone changed and the atmosphere became grim.

They were certain that this guy wanted to mock and sow discord in Lucas's heart, but drugged up in arrogance, he forgot just where the tip of his words was aimed at.

No matter what, using a President's name like this is the worst kind of stupidity.

"Hahaha!"

Joyce, who was amid laughter, suddenly felt every fiber in his body scream.

BANG!

He raised his sword to defend, but the force of the clash pushed him back on his feet dragging against the ground and leaving drag marks.

Joyce first looked in surprise, then grinned seeing the provocation work, but everyone who saw the scene could certainly feel that something changed.

For a minuscule moment, the boy's power increased several folds.

Lucas stared at Joyce without any shred of empathy. Lowering his sword, rolled his sleeves and then unbuttoned his upper button.

Seeing this, some squinted their eyes at Lucas's rolled-up forearms that were gripping with bulging veins. For a skinny guy like him, the bulging muscle seemed to be quite well-defined.

Lucas knew that Joyce was provoking him, but he did not give in to his bullshit. However, something snapped inside him after hearing his last words.

Lucas did not know what he felt when he saw Julian for the first time.

She was the perfect definition of beautiful. From his view, she is almost perfect.

But that didn't mean he loved her.

No, from the very first moment, she stared at him, Lucas knew that he admired her greatly.

She was a great woman, worthy of everyone's respect, who despite all the pain moved forward trying to do her very best.

Many would like to chase after her, but she was way out of the league. She is like a star that can only be seen, not touched.

It did not matter if someone spoke against her. She can defend herself, however disrespecting her by linking his name and using him as a scapegoat. He hates this kind of stupid behavior when people use your name to mock someone.

Now that Joyce pointed at Princess, if he doesn't win here then it would prove that her choice was incorrect, and he is indeed useless.

This guy was trying to play politics.

'What an epic move.' Lucas's eyes glowed in anger, and he looked at the VIP lounge for a moment.

Lucas retracted his gaze, and pointing his sword at Joyce, spoke in a cold voice, giving Joyce creeps down the spine.

"You…"

"Bark too much…"