I'm an Extra, so What?-Chapter 41: Fate

Hearing that he had a fan, Arthur felt a little weirded out.

'Is he being for real?' He thought. 'How can a man be a fan of another man?'

Plus, he was feeling down in the gutters as this fan of his wasn't a beautiful maiden, but an overweight, overly enthusiastic male.

For a brief moment, Arthur felt an impulse so strong it nearly made him want to spit out blood on the spot.

Still, he wasn't the type to turn down praise.

A fan was a fan, and his ego was never one to shy away from being stroked—regardless of who was doing the stroking.

And so, Arthur straightened up, slicked back his hair with a casual sweep of his hand, and wiped the sweat off on his sleeve with just enough flair to look effortlessly cool.

(AN: Yep, he still had the sweat in his hand when he did it xD)

"It's good that you recognized my greatness," Athur said with a slight chuckle, the corners of his mouth curling with pride.

"And I can guarantee this—next time I clear a dungeon, I'm taking first place on the leaderboard. No question."

Everard stepped back with an audible gasp, eyes sparkling with admiration.

He gave an enthusiastic thumbs-up.

"If it's you, I know you can do it! Man, you're like a walking legend already. And since fate clearly brought us together—seeing as we're sharing a room tonight—I say we skip the formalities and go straight to nicknames."

"Um, how about no—…" Before Arthur could fully protest…

Everard ignored it and continued speaking.

"Just call me Fatty. Everyone does. I don't mind. And I'll call you Art! Short and cool, just like a hero's name!"

Then, without warning, Everard lunged forward and wrapped Arthur in a bear hug so tight, it made his ribs creak.

"…" Arthur stood frozen, his smile twitching slightly at the corners of his face.

He was absolutely repulsed.

But on the surface?

He remained the picture of calm and charm, his expression unchanging, as if nothing in the world could faze him.

"Haha… yeah… sure, Fatty," Arthur said through gritted teeth, the words dragging themselves out of his throat.

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"Tonight is the night the main character dies."

Luka muttered the words under his breath, low and cold.

He stood in his dimly lit room, checking every piece of gear—making sure his quiver was strapped tight, the arrows precisely counted, and his bow strung and responsive.

Outside the window, the moon hung like a silent witness, stars scattered around it in a quiet sky.

He glanced out the window one last time, stretching his neck with a slow tilt, feeling the satisfying pop of tension leaving his spine.

Then, with steady hands, Luka slipped a black ski mask over his face—leaving only his sharp eyes visible.

He exhaled lightly.

'No turning back.'

Bow in hand, Luka passed the room of his personal maid.

Serene was deep in sleep, completely unaware.

'Time to head out…' Luka opened the door soundlessly and stepped into the night, blending into the darkness.

Every step was measured.

Every breath, controlled.

The walkway ahead was dim, lit only by the soft gleam of the moon.

Luckily, all the outdoor lights had been turned off for the night.

Just as Luka hoped.

The male dormitory was across from the Academy, far from the private residences.

That meant he had ground to cover—and no room for mistakes.

Luka moved like a shadow, slipping from tree to tree, ducking behind bushes, making sure not a soul saw him.

Finally, he crouched behind a thick shrub just beyond the male dormitory building.

Rows of windows lined the wall in front of him.

His sharp gaze scanned them all, passing over most until he found it: the window on the first floor, second from the left.

'That should be the main character's room…'

Still, Luka wasn't the type to act on a hunch.

'No mistakes. Not tonight.'

He moved forward again, crossing the final stretch in complete silence.

He pressed his back to the cool brick wall of the male dormitory and slowly raised his head, peeking just above the windowsill.

His eyes narrowed as they adjusted to the darkness inside.

There it was—the bunk bed in the far corner of the room.

And there he was.

The main character, fast asleep on the bottom bunk, blanket pulled up to his chest, completely unaware of the silent death that now stood just beyond the glass.

Luka's lips curled into a smirk beneath the mask. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

'Sweet dreams, main character.'

Taking a silent step back, Luka raised his bow and notched an arrow with practiced precision.

He aimed carefully—directly at the side of the main character's head.

Wanting a swift, clean kill.

That was the plan.

Luka took a slow, steadying breath.

The string tightened as he drew it back, muscles coiled, breath held, heart steady.

And then—

Release.

The arrow shot forward like death given form, slicing through the air with a whistle, smashing through the glass window in a burst of shards—

—and striking its target.

But instead of the satisfying thud of arrowhead through flesh, there was a sharp, metallic hum.

A radiant, golden shield exploded to life around the main character's body, catching the arrow mid-flight like it was nothing but a thrown pebble.

The room lit up with holy brilliance.

Luka's eyes went wide. "Huh…"

Suddenly, his entire vision was flooded with glowing purple system windows and the system's voice repeating in his mind:

[You do not meet the requirements to kill the Main Character!]

[Main Character's FATE: 100,000]

[To successfully kill the Main Character, you must first strip away their opportunities. Reduce their FATE to 0]

"What… the hell…?" Luka whispered, staggering back, his composure cracking.

More system windows popped up, overlapping and multiplying like digital ghosts swarming his vision.

He tried to swipe them away, tried blinking, willing them to vanish—but they clung to him.

"Fuck! Fuck, what the fuck is this bullshit!?" Luka cursed aloud, his voice no longer hushed.

His breath hitched.

He bolted.

Full speed.

Branches tore at his clothes as Luka sprinted through the dark, but the system's windows chased him, ever-present in his sight, screaming warnings and errors with every step.

His heartbeat thundered in his ears.

'What in the holy fuck happened?!'

Luka's thoughts snapped into place with brutal clarity as he processed the situation.

'Of course something would protect him… he's the main character. I should've known this bullshit was going to happen.'

He gritted his teeth. "Fuck…"

Luka's blood boiled, his frustration threatening to swallow him whole.

But he knew better than to let his anger consume him.

In the end, if he let that happen, it'd only make things worse.

He forced himself to calm down, taking deep, steadying breaths.

His heart began to slow, the erratic thrum settling into a more manageable rhythm.

Luka made his way back to his home.

The door clicked shut behind him.

The weight of failure pressed heavily on him, and without thinking, he slid down the door.

He sat there for a moment, eyes closed.

'100k Fate… Shit… It's going to be awhile before I can kill the fucker… I had thought taking away the Second Princess would be enough… But I guess not.'

Placing the bow carefully at his side, Luka rubbed his forehead.

'This is going to be a pain in the ass...'