Surviving As An Extra In Fantasy World Isn't Easy

The maids on her way bowed, and seeing her arrival, made way for her to enter.

Standing before the closed door, she waited for the order to enter.

A soft chime rang from inside, signalling her to come in.

With a gentle push, she entered a closed office space, a place where one needs to make an appointment to enter but she had the privilege to enter without prior notification.

This clearly shows the status she held here.

CLICK!

Opening the door, the sight of a girl presiding over piles of documents laid on the table greeted her.

Rolling her eyes to take a look, she stared at the pillars of stacked documents.

While continuing to do her work, the lady then greeted her without looking at her.

"Hello, Miss Ami!"

"So, what brings you here?"

Though her words sounded cold and distant, only Ami knew how much she respects her.

The times when you will find her enjoying or wasting time can only be counted on one hand.

"Millady, you should take some time off from your work. Working tirelessly might affect your health."

"You will destroy your skin if you go on like this. Please take care of your skin."Ami advised her sincerely with a sigh.

"How many times do I have to tell you that don\'t address me as Millady here?"

The girl paused in her work and then replied giving her an uncanny gaze.

"And about taking breaks…"

"When you have unreliable people working under you along with useless carefree staff presiding over them, you need to put an extra effort to maintain the functioning of this place."

"Yeah, that\'s true."Ami pitied her knowing her workload. She knew that her visit might increase her workload by several times.

She needs to find a solution to this.

Coughing to clear the uneasiness, Ami moved to the main topic.

"Yesterday, I got a message from an unknown sender through a secret channel," Ami said, putting the letter on the table.

The girl\'s hand paused for a moment. Keeping the quill aside, she took the letter and started skimming through the contents.

She leaned forward propping her chin on her palm while her eyes darted across the contents of the letter.

Ami observed no change in her facial expression however she could feel the surrounding temperature around her going down by a few degrees.

\'Her silence is giving me chills.\'Ami muttered, rubbing her hands against each other.

Reading the contents, the girl kept the letter aside.

"What is its authenticity?"

"I don\'t know. I don\'t even know if this is a prank done by someone."Ami answered.

"Prank...I don\'t think he or she dares."

"If that person knew about this channel, then that person must have a rough idea about us."

"Vallaha must have researched about this and they would not mess with me. Instead of dismissing it as a prank, I would like to prepare in advance to avert the disaster. It had been quite peaceful recently but knowing them, I am sure they might be itching to cause trouble. So, we should prepare."

"What should we do? The contents are vague. Without much detail, we don\'t even know whether they have already infiltrated or not. The security checks are quite lax."Ami said, lamenting Horizon\'s dwindling security awareness.

"We can\'t segregate them. We are always walking on a tightrope. Who, where and how…Wasting time, in asking questions like this is stupidity. Change the pre-prepared Hunting Test route. Let us lessen the use of monsters and use mechanical golems with location tracking and monitoring. Increase the number of safe houses. Also, use snitches to oversee things. Prepare a squad of teachers on standby."She relayed a set of instructions quickly on a quick note, impressing Ami.

"Changing things suddenly without discussion may irk the first-year professors and the management. And also what are you going to do about the person who sent the letter.\'\'Ami asked.

Just imagining those people arguing over this is enough of a headache. Instead of looking for a solution, they would first waste time arguing about the letter\'s authenticity.

"Those who dare to refute, send them to me. I will see what they have to say. Moreover, search for the sender. People like him who do good things often hide either due to the threat of life or because they find things like this troublesome. Good people should be rewarded and this guy might be too good for us to let go and rot"

"Believing in a random person\'s kind intention, I dare not. Expecting kindness from a random stranger when even one\'s own family can turn against you, is nothing but foolish."She snorted.

"Okay, I will dispatch some personnel outside the academy," Ami answered and remembering something, she added"What are you going to do about the Secretary? Are you picking someone from the council or somewhere else?"

"I think instead of the Secretary you should look for a person to work under you throughout now. Otherwise, you might find it hard to have a person loyal to you in the future since you don\'t have many loyal friends," Ami suggested.

"Hmm...I don\'t care whether it\'s a guy or a girl nor do I care if the person is strong. What I want is efficiency. A person that could handle the tasks well. It\'s better if he or she comes from a humble background."

"Commoners and orphans, at the very least, will have a sense of gratitude rather than greedy egoistic nobles. And you know I especially hate noble kids who try to reach out for more that don\'t belong to them."She answered with disgust remembering a certain incident.

"Okay, I will find a suitable candidate. It\'s better if we ask the students to apply and sort out among them."Ami replied and walked back, getting a positive response.

\'At least, she agreed this time. It seems the extreme workload had changed her mind.\'

.............

Lucas\'s head swivelled to the rear.....

As if waiting for the moment, horrendously powerful magic attacks crashed onto him.

Kaboom!

His figure slammed onto the ground but by rotating his legs, he generated enough momentum to pull him up.

Getting up, Lucas glared at the blackish shadow charging at him.

CLANG!CLANG!CLANG!

The sound of metal crashing against each other rang brutally, as the two fought, going over each other\'s throats without a hint of mercy.

If not for the blunt weapons who knew how many wounds both of them would have sustained?

Standing opposite to one another, two youths glared at each other. One held a long sword while the other held a dagger.

Parth stared at Lucas, casting a cheeky smile.

Meanwhile, the newly admitted Roan along with Frederick watched the death match while munching over popcorn.

At first, Roan found was afraid of Frederick and Parth but with Lucas\'s help, he

slowly adapted to the group.

However, it seems he had been moulded too much by Parth which was a matter of concern both for Frederick and Lucas.

A hint of trepidation flashed in Frederick and Roan\'s eyes.

Because they knew this was not an ordinary spar.

For one, this was the battle of pride.

While for another, it was a fight for revenge.

Lucas\'s breakthrough surprised Frederick and Parth to the point that it made Parth think his whole life was a lie.

Both of them were struck at the same realm since they entered except for a minor change in stats while this guy jumped a whole realm.

And the first thing he did after breaking through, was pulling Parth into a tug-war.

Both of their breathing was rough with droplets of sweat trickling down their faces but even this could not lessen the burning fire of revenge inside Lucas\'s eyes which seemed to be becoming fiercer and fiercer.

Parth smiled and spoke in a mocking tone while his image was blurred.

Two dagger shots in the air aimed at Lucas.

"Lucas, it\'s not good to be too violent. Learn from this godly man, take a chill pill and then go for a kill."

The two daggers clashed with one another in the air and then changing their trajectory, shot at Lucas at great speed under everyone\'s surprising gaze.

Lucas\'s body tensed up. He knew this technique. It\'s one of the famous techniques of the Ghost Clan where you have a certain control over the flow of daggers in the air.

The name of this technique is Ghost Shot.

Flares flew in the air, as the sword in Lucas\'s hand moved, striking the two daggers coming from two different directions.

Lucas\'s brows creased noticing Parth\'s disappearance.

CLANK!

Lucas raised his sword trying to sense any movement.

A subtle tearing sound was picked up by his ears.

CLANK!

Sparks flew as the body of the sword clashed with the dagger.

"Haaa.."

Planting his feet firmly, on the ground. Lucas retracted his sword and then forcefully swung the sword.

Kyakk!

A groan escaped from Parth\'s lips as he blocked the attack. But due to the momentum of the attack, his balance faltered, and he fell to the ground.

Lucas jumped up, thrusting his sword at Parth, meanwhile thinking that he was going to win.

But as soon as Lucas\'s sword stabbed Parth, it slid through the figure and Parth\'s figure melted into shadow.

Lucas\' heart chilled as a sudden realization dawned on him.

"Shit!"

Before he could react, he was kicked in the guts.

BAAM!

Lucas\'s body bounced off against the hard surface of the ground, sliding against the floor.

"Khumm!"

Feeling the pain, Lucas rolled on the ground trying to suppress his churning stomach.

"Haha!"Folding his hands behind his head, Parth walked back.

"Lucas, you are a thousand years early before you think of defeating me."

Parth spoke in a mocking tone.

As he walked back, his steps suddenly halted seeing Frederick and Roan\'s bewildered expressions.

"Noo…Don\'t tell me."Parth felt a chill behind his back.

Turning around, he screamed in horror.

"Damn, you!"

"Why the hell, do you get stronger after getting beaten up? Is there a ghost inside you who awakens after you fall unconscious?"