Surviving As An Extra In Fantasy World Isn't Easy

Lucas, waking up from a short power nap, looked around with a dazed expression wondering what happened.

"An unfamiliar ceiling...."

"Unfamiliar....my ass, it had not been a week and you ended up here again."

Lucas's consciousness jolted and he woke from his half-sleep state.

"Priest Angelo..."

"Did you just curse me?"Lucas asked with a stupefied look as he did not hear the words clearly.

"No, you might have heard wrong. I am a priest, I don't curse."Angelo muttered, joining his hands and making an Amitabha sign giving the vibes of an innocent Buddhist priest.

Lucas scratched his head and thought his ears might have some problem.

"Junior, how are you feeling?"

Lucas saw an unfamiliar person greeting him with a smile.

Lucas recalled him. He was one of the volunteers. His name was Vikas.

"I am feeling good."

"Did you carry me here senior?"

"Yes, and here take your points."

"How much did I get?"

"You got 15 points. Professor Harris gave me one and the rest are transferred back to you.

"Now since you two are alright, get out of here. There are 4 more wounded here."Angelo grumbled.

"I wonder what kind of bullshit is going on. Is it a sparring session or kicking ass session?"He spoke looking at Lucas.

'It's a reality check session.'Lucas knew the background details and wondered what Helena was going to do now.

Knowing her pride, Lucas was sure Helena would not harass him. However, if she does, Lucas has to find a way to deal with her.

"Your condition is way better than the first one. He is still unconscious."

Lucas and Vikas trembled as the scene of the first fight flashed in their eyes.

"I need to go back, "Vikas said and started to walk back.

"I will accompany you. I want to take a look," Lucas said and walked along with Vikas.

The healing spells had healed his wound.

Except for exhaustion and tiredness, everything else was fine and on top of that, he couldn't miss the main event.

...

Charles Vs Rose...

The announcement caught everyone in shock because no one expected to watch the match of the top rankers.

After watching a few matches, they discerned that the opponents had a great difference in the bloodline.

There have been no fights between people having the same bloodline grades until now.

CLANG!CLANG!CLANG!CLANG!

Like a machine, Rose shot arrows one after another.

However, Charles remained unfazed and deflected the arrows one after another.

While blocking the arrows, he was slowly moving forward trying to close the distance.

The conditions were already unfair to Rose.

Archers are generally used for support and their maneuverability depends upon the terrain so confronting the opponent in an open area saddled Rose but this was not enough to deter her.

While firing arrows, she moved back and forth so that arrows hit Charles at different angles.

However, none of her arrows were able to pierce his defenses.

Surely Charles had trashy behaviour but he had skills to back up his arrogance.

Pursuing her lips, she pulled four arrows from the quiver and loaded four arrows at once.

Charles frowned and stomping the grounds, he charged forward not giving her a chance to shoot the arrows.

TANG!

The string rolled back and forth as she launched the arrows, putting all her strength.

Tearing the air, four arrows shot like a bullet.

Charles, who was charging ahead, jumped back and flicked his sword to defend.

With swift speed, his sword parried three arrows that bounced off the ground but the remaining one went past his shoulder tearing his jacket and scratching his skin faintly.

The arrowheads were blunt but Rose had Diamond grade bloodline that comes with wind ability.

The blunt arrowhead was coated with a layer of wind making it a bit sharp.

Charles's body halted and his eyes became dark. His icy cold gaze sent shivers down her spine and Rose quickly shot again.

TANG!

Her arrows bounced off after hitting the rocky shield made by Charles.

"You should know your place, Rose."

"I showed you mercy out of respect for Seyfried's house by not using my full strength, however you dare to use your bloodline ability when I had not used mine."

His cold words made everyone shiver.

This was the first match where students with the bloodline ability fought and there was no rule about not using your bloodline abilities.

And Charles's words sounded like who gave you the right to use bloodline ability when I have not used mine?

His words were completely illogical however no one was courageous enough to deny Charles's words after all he is the heir of Dukedom.

Charles rushed towards Rose, who could only move back as her arrows could not deal any damage to Charles anymore.

Charles slashed his sword. Rose dodged the sword and stretched her leg to get in position while pulling out an arrow to use as a weapon but her steps faltered in the middle causing her to stammer.

Charles locked her leg with his earth's ability. And then Charles swung his fist at her.

BANG!

Kayak!

Rose shrieked in pain as Charles's fist coated in rock hit her gut.

Charles stepped back and then, rotating his body kicked her with all his momentum.

Rose used the bow to defend but Charles's feet coated in hard rocky stones broke her bow and sent her flying out of the stadium.

Like a kite cut off from the string, she flew out of the arena.

Blood gushed out from her lips staining her uniform and hitting the ground, she slid off against the floor mercilessly.

Seeing Rose coming their way, students jumped aside in fear leaving Frederick who stood rooted on the ground as Rose rolled towards the side and stopped a few steps away from him.

Frederick with an uncanny expression walked towards her and tried to help her.

"Are you alright?"He muttered with deep concern and took out his handkerchief to wipe the blood.

Soon, Rose's friends and a second-year senior made their way towards her and Frederick let them handle the rest.

"The winner is Charles and he is awarded 5 points."

"Just five points...Tsk..."

"What more can you expect from weaklings?"

Frederick looked at Charles mocking them.

Charles noticing Frederick's gaze shouted

"...What are you looking at, you filthy low-blood?"

"This is what we call skills."

"A bastard like you who cheated his way to rank 2 can never understand this."

Frederick walked forward with a glare and asked"What do you mean?"

"You say I cheated. Do you have the proof?"

Charles frowned seeing Frederick confronting him.

"Proof...why don't you come here on the stage and let me give you the proof."

"You are just going to end up like her."Charles sneered.

"Listen to me, don't carry that dogshit face in front of me. You are nothing more than an illegitimate bastard."

"You are overstepping your boundaries, Charles," Frederick spoke in a calm voice but his expression was anything but calm.

"You don't have the right to talk about my family matters.

Killing intent flashed in Frederick's eyes and everyone could feel the atmosphere heating up.

"Stop both of you."Harris intervened before things would take a turn for the worse.

"If you have any grievances with each other, why don't you solve this with a spar."

"Ohhh!"

Hearing Harris's words, the students' eyes glowed in excitement.

"Mamamia, it's happening."

"The top dogs are going to fight."

"I bet on Charles."

"Me too."

......

Lucas, who managed to get back on the time, folded his hands.

"I forgot to buy popcorn on the way," Lucas muttered while waiting for the face-slapping scene.

Frederick had known Rose since childhood. They meet at a banquet where Frederick left after all spoke ill of him.

He could have caused a ruckus but he did not as his mother might be affected in the social circle and people would accuse his mother of not teaching him manners.

On his way out, he met Rose by coincidence who took pity on him after learning about his situation.

'Man, if you have a handsome face everyone will come to help you but if you have a zombie dogsit face like me no one will give you a damn.'Lucas lamented wondering if any girl would marry the poor him.

'Let's not linger on these useless thoughts anymore. I should observe and make notes of their fights as who knows if they will turn out to be my enemy in the future.'