Surviving As An Extra In Fantasy World Isn't Easy

Samar...It was a noble house that had the status of Marquise several years ago.

They were quite popular and held important positions all over the Cyprus Empire.

But all of this came crashing down due to the thinning of their bloodline. Bloodline which was passed over to the next generation started to degrade.

Bloodline thinning is a matter of great concern which is why bloodline purity is greatly emphasized when it comes to marriage.

Samar's head had a Platinium bloodline but the death of the head of the family in the war against the Demonkins caused the remaining child to take up the position of the head.

He had a golden bloodline and from there, their bloodline started to fall.

Her father had a silver bloodline and their family was on the verge of being thrown out of the noble family as society doesn't consider anyone below Golden as a noble bloodline.

It was only due to the support of Seymour and a few noble houses who owed them previously, they were able to retain the position of noble, however, their position was lowered to Baron.

Helena, who is the only child of Baron Samar, became a ray of hope to their family as she was born with a Golden bloodline.

Getting dumped over with a huge load of exceptions, she had always given her very best.

Even with a lack of resources, she was able to get into the top 200 ranks.

With the help of the Academy, she was sure to climb up to the top 50 or 30.

But the innate arrogance she had of thinking herself the very best, at that very moment started to crumble.

The first time she saw the boy, she thought of him as a zombie with deep sunken eyes crawling out from the abyss.

And on top of that, this boy, whom she had attacked with everything she had, always got up no matter how hard he was hit.

Like a zombie, he was standing even with an injured body.

If they fought with a real sword, she was sure that match would have ended with her victory in a few minutes, still failing to keep this guy down even if this was a spar hurt her pride.

Nevertheless, this was not all.

The man's eyes had been filled with nervousness, fear, anxiety, and hesitation till now had disappeared and were now replaced by an intense fighting spirit filled with anger.

The golden eyes that looked ordinary a few moments ago, were now giving her chills, and warning her of impending danger.

'Did I anger him by hitting his head?'

'Did he feel ashamed due to this?'

'Did he have a dual personality? He looks entirely different?'

'Did I damage his brain by hitting his head?'

Helena, who was shocked for a moment, flinched back when Lucas stood again.

.....

'If I was asked to define myself in a few words then I would describe myself as weak, lacking in self-confidence, and getting nervous and anxious quickly. Unable to maintain my facial expression.'

'I am a short-tempered person who gets provoked easily and I am filled with many flaws.'

'I don't have any redefining features needed to become a great man.'

This thing might not matter much in the previous world however your attitude and temperament decide the outcome.

'Even though I am nothing but dust, I hate it.'

'I hate it when someone looks down on me. I hate when someone undermines me. I don't like to show my presence but that does not mean I am a piece of trash.'

The hit in his head made his vision dark and even if his eyes were opened, everything was blurry.

When his vision and senses recovered, he could hear a loud chattering sound more clearly than before.

His mind felt calmer than ever. It was a similar feeling he had experienced when fighting with the Direwolf.

Was it the work of adrenaline?

Or was it due to anger?

He felt bitterness as getting hit in the head in a way hurt his ego even if it was quite minuscule.

Or it might be something else.

Maybe his bloodline ability which was locked was slowly resurfacing.

Putting away all these thoughts at the back of his mind, he compelled his weak body to stand up and noticed Helena's confounded expression.

A clamor of jolting bones was heard as he stood up staggering on his steps.

"That stance..."

Helen murmured in doubt.

Seeing her expression, Lucas wanted to laugh.

Lucas lacks the proper foundation of swordsmanship.

His movement did not carry any technique or intent which was the main reason he was pushed back.

Trying to get back at Helena, he tried to imitate Helena's stance and even though it was a pathetic imitation, it was better than slashing here and there.

Helena regained her calmness and turned her sword at Lucas.

Lucas raised his brows as he saw it.

He could sense it faintly.

Although it was very faint he could sense the flow and aim of Helena's sword.

Hardened expression filled with tension, uncertainty in the swing, and judgement muddied due to shock.

Her steady mindset had faltered a bit.

It might be due to guilt of hitting his head or due to the astonishment of him being able to stay standing even after all of this.

The combined factors of all this made her actions quite obvious.

'She is trying to stab me at the lower end of my left rib.'

Lucas inferred the trajectory of her sword leaped back and lowered his sword, flicked it upwards, and parried her sword.

CLANG!

Helena's eyes widened as with a clicking sound, her sword was thrown up but she spun her body around and swung her sword right at Lucas.

Lucas wasting no time in gawking at the sword coming at him pressed closer toward her, and he swung his sword.

His blade collided with Helen's sword near the handle.

The force was deflected and diminished greatly, as much of the momentum was carried by the tip of the sword.

Helena reacted quickly and pulled herself back. Leaping back for a few steps, she stepped on the ground again and lanced her sword with lightning-fast movement.

It was like an attack from point-blank range which did not offer Lucas any time to avoid and she thought this would finish things off with this.

However.....

Something unexpected happened which took her by surprise.

Lucas, with his left hand, grabbed the tip of the sword with his fingers, and then sliding his fingers across the blunt blade, he grabbed it tightly.

It was an instinctive movement however Lucas felt this might be the best course of action.

Helena stared at him blankly with a disbelief look.

"This is the end..."Lucas muttered and before she could come to her senses, Lucas pulled away her sword.

Helena's body tugged forward due to the sudden haul but her grip was quite tight which did not allow Lucas to take away her sword still how can Lucas let her go?

BANG!

Helena flinched back and opened her mouth to scream but no words came out.

She looked down, only to find Lucas crushing her toes with his feet and stepping over them with great force.

For a moment, she was caught off guard and it was then, Lucas's eyes flashed with chillness and he whipped his sword at her wrist.

BAM!

Helena's eyes became teary and due to the influx of pain, she loosened her grip.

Seeing her not letting go of the sword, he struck again which resulted in a small cracking sound.

CRACKLE!

Lucas pulled away her sword but he did not throw it away and holding the edge of the blade, he swung it at Helena again.

Helena, who was too surprised by the sudden change of scenario, was unable to react and the handle of the sword she used before hit her shoulder blade.

"Kyakkk!"

Helena let out a pitiful whimper however Lucas was too absorbed to notice this and raising his sword into the sky, whacked her again.

He then hit her with both of his swords repeatedly without giving a damn. The scene was already too shocking for some.

The students were bewildered by the sudden reversal and some even felt goosebumps hearing the unbearable shrieks however as if he possessed, Lucas did not stop and kept going.

"Man, you will destroy her beautiful face."

"Just stop now."

"I thought you were beta simp but you turned out to be a chad."

The student murmured with a flabbergasted expression.

"Kyakkkk!"

"Ahhhhhhh!"

She collapsed on the ground wrapping her arms around the shoulder where Lucas hit and trembled in pain.

The hits by the metallic sword are quite painful and it felt similar to being beaten by a whip. She rolled on the ground without caring about her appearance.

Her soft white skin had been lined with red lines due to the hits.

Lucas, who was about to strike yet again, abruptly came to his senses. Lucas, who was in the midst of slashing his sword to hit again stopped seeing her wriggling in pain.

Swallowing his saliva, he released the sword.

It was only then he realized what he had done. This was a kind of foul play.

It might be a praiseworthy approach if this happened on a battlefield however in the contest of pure swordsmanship it was wrong.

Seeing her trembling like a frightened kitten, Lucas felt ridiculous.

'Were not you beating me like a dog a few moments ago so why are you looking at me as if I am in the wrong?'

"Don't act like a victim. My condition is worse than yours."Lucas's cold words reverberated in Helana's ears causing her to tremble.

Lucas, who was in the middle of mulling over the gazes others were giving him, suddenly felt his head splitting apart.

"Ahhhhh!"

Lucas held his head from which blood was dripping down profusely and felt his vision dimming.

His trembling legs which were holding till now due to the adrenaline rush now became weak and he lost his footing.

The volunteers rushed on the stage.

A girl cadet checked Helena while a boy lent his shoulder to support Lucas.

"Hey, are you alright?"

"Say something, you seem to have lost a lot of blood."

"Try to stay awake. I will carry you to the infirmary."

"I…..I....."Lucas tried to speak but his voice stuttered.

"What a pathetic body this is."

This was the last thing he muttered before losing consciousness while unaware of the spectators who had their mouths opened wide with flabbergasted expressions.