I'm an Extra, so What?-Chapter 63: The Boar’s Belly

Luka licked his lips and surged forward just as the Battle Dummy finished scrambling to its feet.

It swung its sword wildly—

But Luka vanished.

A blur zipped across.

A shimmering decoy flickered into existence where Luka had just stood, taking the full brunt of the Battle Dummy’s wild strikes.

It didn’t hesitate—it kept swinging, slashing again and again at the illusion.

Then Luka reappeared.

Behind it.

Without pause, he threw his entire body forward, slamming into the Battle Dummy’s back and driving it through the decoy.

The illusion disappeared, and the Battle Dummy crashed face-first to the floor.

Luka climbed on top, planting a foot on its sword arm to pin it down.

The Battle Dummy thrashed beneath him—wood creaking, limbs jerking—but he didn’t let up.

With his Soulreaper Dagger clenched tight, he went for the neck.

Slash. Slash. Slash.

Black mist hissed with every cut.

The Battle Dummy writhed, spasming violently, trying to rise—

Luka kept hacking, sawing through worn, splintered wood.

Finally, with a brutal jerk—

Crack.

The head came free.

The Battle Dummy’s body stilled.

It twitched once, then slumped like a puppet with its strings cut.

The iron sword clattered from its hand, rolling onto the ground.

[Ding! You have killed a Battle Dummy!]

[+50 XP Earned!]

[New Title Unlocked: (Punching Wood) - Taking any sort of damage increases attack power for a short duration of 5 seconds. Can only trigger once every 10 minutes]

"Damn…" Luka sat there, panting, sweat finally running down his temple.

"Now that... made me sweat."

Clap. Clap. Clap.

The slow, deliberate sound of clapping echoed through the room.

Rosie walked forward, a faint smile on her lips.

"Quite incredible. For a low-level Ranger to take down a Battle Dummy that’s fought against seasoned Fighters and Tanks..."

She stopped in front of Luka, offering her hand.

"You’ll make a fine connection—if you don’t mind, of course."

Luka rose, wiping his hand on his uniform before shaking hers.

"If you find me worthy, by all means."

"Very humble. I like that." Rosie pulled her hand back and turned on her heel.

"You’ve entertained me enough. Please, follow me—I wouldn’t dare waste your time any longer."

"…" Luka gave a small nod and followed her without a word, his eyes lingering briefly on the remains of the Battle Dummy behind him.

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Leaving the Building.

Luka gave a quick goodbye and headed over to his personal maid, who was already holding the carriage door open for him.

"Young Master, did everything go well?" Serene asked.

Instead of answering right away, Luka pulled out the Soulreaper Dagger, twirling it between his fingers before flashing a grin that showed his teeth.

Serene tilted her head, visibly confused. "Is that… something good?"

Luka let out a small chuckle as he stepped into the carriage.

"Yep. This weapon’s perfect for my class—and it pretty much gives me free hits on monsters. As long as I land the first strike, of course."

"Wow! That’s overpowered!" Serene said as she climbed in after him, closing the door behind her.

"Anyway," Luka yawned, "seeing how we still have time before night falls, why don’t we get some late lunch?"

He glanced out the window.

The sun was still up, but already dipping toward the horizon—

It was definitely late afternoon.

"I—…"

Grumble.

Serene’s eyes widened slightly as her stomach made an audible growl.

She quickly pressed her hand over it, cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

Her earlier thought about returning to the Knights’ Graveyard to wait for the zombies suddenly vanished.

Luka raised a brow, smirking. "I’ll take that as a yes."

He slid open the window. "Take us to The Boar’s Belly."

From the front of the carriage, the coachman quickly responded, "Yes, sir," folding up his newspaper and setting it aside.

With a flick of the reins, the horses stirred, and the carriage rolled off.

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The Boar’s Belly.

The carriage came to a stop, and Luka glanced out the window.

There were no available parking spots in sight.

So, the carriage had to drop them off in the middle of the busy road.

"Sir, I’ll go find a spot," the coachman said, giving them a polite nod.

"Sounds good," Luka replied as he stepped out, offering a hand to his personal maid.

"Thank you, Young Master," said Serene.

"No problem." Just as Luka closed the carriage door—

A loud voice rang out from behind them.

"Get the fuck out of the road!"

Luka didn’t even turn to look. Without missing a beat, he flipped the random man off with a quick middle finger, his expression unbothered.

The angry shouts continued—

Luka had no intention of listening.

They both began walking toward the front of the tavern.

The outside tables were packed with patrons, and even the line to get inside stretched almost to the door.

People were talking loudly, laughing, and the scent of roasted meat and ale wafted through the air.

Serene gave a soft chuckle, looking at the crowd. "Looks like everyone had the same idea."

Luka shrugged his shoulder.

"It’s the best place in the Capital. Who can blame them?"

Minutes passed…

Luka’s patience was growing thin as he stood in line.

After a moment’s contemplation, he leaned toward his personal maid, his voice barely above a whisper.

"May I have the coin pouch for a moment?" he asked, holding out his hand.

Serene blinked, a small frown pulling at her lips.

She didn’t immediately understand why he wanted it, but seeing as it was his, she didn’t hesitate.

With a soft sigh, she handed the pouch over to him.

"Of course, young master," Serene replied, as she watched him.

Without a word more, Luka slipped the pouch into his pocket and made his way to the front of the line.

"Excuse me," he murmured politely, moving through the line with ease, though a few disgruntled grumbles followed him.

Stopping just beside the host—a man who had just finished seating a couple.

Luka smiled. "Hello."

The host looked him over, both eyebrows raised.

"Can I help you, sir—" he began, but was cut off.

Luka swiftly produced a shiny gold coin from his pocket.

Before the older man could react—

Luka gently pressed the coin into his hand.

"I was hoping you could find a table for two right now."

The host’s eyes widened as he looked down at the gold in his hand, a momentary flicker of surprise crossing his face before it was quickly replaced with a polite smile.

He shut his hand over the coin and nodded enthusiastically, his voice suddenly much more eager.

"Why, of course, sir! Please, follow me."