Don't Want to Be Ordinary Even Though I'm an Extra Character-Chapter 111: [110] Survival training (4)

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"Ugh, my whole body is sticky... Damn it! I wasn’t the only one eliminated, so why the hell did I have to be the one at the front!?"

Henes grumbled as he desperately tried to wipe off the paint covering nearly his entire body.

From head to toe, he was now a walking canvas, a living testament to the fact that he had become the biggest victim of Erik’s ruthless tactics.

It was true—four of their squad members had already been eliminated, including himself.

But somehow, only Henes had been forced to stand on the front lines as a moving shield.

As he voiced his frustrations out loud, the people around him simply looked away, pretending not to hear.

Nearby, Hans, who was preparing to return to camp with his defeated squad, let out a small chuckle before waving lazily at them.

"Well then, good luck. If Erik pulls another stunt, make sure I hear about it later."

With that, Hans’s team left the battlefield, while Henes continued lamenting his tragic fate.

He shot a suspicious glare at Erik.

"Ugh... If I have to be a shield again, I might as well just leave!" he muttered, still traumatized by what had happened earlier.

Gav patted his shoulder, trying to reassure him.

"Hold on... You’ll be remembered in the history of this training exercise."

"That’s not something to be proud of!" Henes snapped in frustration.

Before he could complain further, Erik suddenly spoke up.

"Relax. This time, we’ll use a different strategy."

Henes’s eyes lit up with hope—finally, he was free from suffering.

But that hope was shattered the moment Erik finished his sentence.

"Henes, you stay here. The rest of you, feel free to leave."

"WHAT?!"

Henes stared at Erik, his face filled with pure betrayal.

Why him? Again!?

His paint-covered body suddenly felt even heavier, not from exhaustion, but from the mental weight of being the primary victim of Erik’s strategies—over and over again.

Meanwhile, Gav struggled to hold back his laughter, while the others simply sighed in resigned acceptance.

They all knew—arguing with Erik’s logic was pointless, even if it meant they were the ones who suffered.

"Hey! Do you have some kind of grudge against me!?" Henes groaned, his frustration boiling over.

He clenched his fists, visibly shaking, as if holding himself back from punching Erik on the spot.

Erik, however, simply shrugged, completely unfazed by Henes’s anger.

In the end, three of their teammates chose to leave, wisely avoiding the disaster waiting to happen.

As the dust settled, Gav suddenly remembered something that had been bothering him for a while.

"By the way, you mentioned something earlier... Who exactly were you talking about?"

He turned to Erik, his voice filled with curiosity.

The enemy team’s captain had given them a warning before leaving—about one final threat still waiting for them.

For the first time, Erik’s usually relaxed demeanor shifted.

"Ah, right." His tone became quieter, as if choosing his words carefully.

"That guy... He’s quiet. Hard to interact with normally. But there’s one thing I know for sure—he’s gifted. The only problem is..."

Henes, still grumpy, shot Erik a skeptical look.

"Hah. Just how ’gifted’ are we talking about?"

Erik paused for a moment, his gaze narrowing slightly as an old memory resurfaced.

A moment from the past—one that reminded him just how dangerous this person truly was.

"You don’t know, Henes..." Erik finally spoke, his voice lower yet filled with undeniable weight.

"I once saw him getting bullied by some cocky recruits during training..." 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

Henes and Gav exchanged glances. They knew how brutal the military environment could be—especially for those who were seen as weak or strange.

"At first, I thought about helping him," Erik continued.

Then, his next words sent a shiver down their spines.

"But before I could do anything... he handled them on his own."

Gav raised an eyebrow.

"On his own?"

Erik locked eyes with him.

"Yeah. Against ten people at once. And he won."

Silence.

A heavy, unsettling silence. Henes and Gav couldn’t even find the words to respond.

Because if Erik—their cunning, manipulative strategist—considered someone dangerous, then they were truly in trouble.

But Erik wasn’t finished. He stared ahead, as if recalling a memory that still haunted him.

"And the scariest part of all..." Erik paused, letting his words hang in the air before finally continuing.

"He laughed."

Henes and Gav stopped dead in their tracks, their faces filled with confusion.

"Huh?" Gav frowned, not understanding what Erik meant.

"Wait, wait, wait. You mean... after taking down ten guys, he laughed?" Henes asked, trying to make sure he hadn’t misheard.

Erik simply nodded.

"Yeah. And it wasn’t just any laugh."

His tone grew more serious.

"It was the laugh of someone who genuinely enjoyed the fight."

Another silence. No one spoke.

The only sound was the soft crunch of their footsteps against the forest floor, as the sky above them began to darken with the coming night.

The temperature dropped slightly, the air growing colder. They were now seven.

And they were walking straight into their final battle.

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As the sky turned completely dark, Erik finally made a decision.

"We camp here."

They had no idea where their final opponent was or when he would strike.

But one thing was certain—this wasn’t a battle they could win with brute force alone.

They needed strategy, mental resilience, and most importantly... proper rest.

Standing near the small campfire they had just built, Erik stared at the flickering flames. The warm glow barely reached beyond the shadows of the dense forest.

"Yeah, tonight is our last night." His voice was calm but carried weight. "Get as much rest as you can."

Some of his men stretched their sore bodies, while others simply nodded in silence.

They all understood—tomorrow would be the battle that determined everything.

Beyond the flickering light of the campfire, a pair of sharp eyes stared down from the swaying treetops.

Watching.

Waiting.

Those weren’t the eyes of an ordinary man.

They belonged to a predator.

The men around the fire looked relaxed, convinced that this place was safe. They whispered among themselves, sharing lighthearted chuckles to ease the tension of the upcoming battle.

But there was one thing they had all overlooked.

They were being watched.

Hidden within the leaves, a shadowy figure smirked—a small, almost invisible grin, filled with silent menace.

Slowly, his fingers moved to his waist, gripping the hilt of a dagger.

Not a training weapon.

A real weapon.

This wasn’t a game to him.

He was simply waiting—for a single gap, a single mistake.

The moment someone stepped away from the safety of the firelight...

His chance came sooner than expected.

Near the campfire, Henes stretched his stiff limbs.

"Ugh... I need to take a piss." He muttered before pushing himself to his feet and walking away from the group.

Not too far. Just enough for privacy.

No one paid much attention.

There was no reason to be suspicious—no one thought that an attack would happen tonight.

They were dead wrong.

Henes strolled toward a large tree, exhaling as the cool night air brushed against his skin.

His mind was blank, focused only on finishing his business quickly so he could return.

But just as he was about to start—

A cold chill ran down his spine.

His entire body froze.

Something was behind him.

He could feel it.

But before he could even turn around—

A rough hand clamped over his mouth from behind.

Yanked backward into the darkness.

Henes’s eyes widened in pure terror, his body thrashing desperately—but the grip was too strong.

He wanted to scream, to alert the others—

But the sound never escaped his throat.

And then—

A tight chokehold crushed his windpipe.

He gasped, struggling to inhale, but no air came.

His lungs burned. His mind screamed.

His arms and legs began to weaken, his body sinking into emptiness.

His vision blurred, his thoughts clouded by a single, chilling realization—

’I’m going to die here...’

Then—nothing.

His consciousness faded into blackness.

The man holding him didn’t flinch.

Still gripping Henes’s limp body, he smiled slightly.

"Easy." His voice was emotionless.

With effortless strength, he dragged Henes’s unconscious form deeper into the shadows of the forest—vanishing without a sound.

A Sudden Absence

Near the campfire, Erik felt a strange unease.

Something wasn’t right.

Normally, he wouldn’t care much about Henes.

The man complained too much, acted carefree too often—but this time... he’d been gone too long.

Minutes passed.

Still, Henes didn’t return.

Erik tried to dismiss the feeling, assuming Henes was just slacking off to avoid night patrol duty.

But his instincts kept screaming at him.

Finally, he turned to one of his men.

"Go check on Henes." His voice was calm but firm.

The soldier nodded, picking up his rifle before heading in the direction Henes had disappeared.

Gav, sitting beside Erik, raised an eyebrow.

"You’re serious? Why the sudden concern?"

Erik didn’t answer immediately.

His eyes locked onto the darkened forest beyond the firelight—as if trying to see something that wasn’t there.

"I don’t know." His voice was barely above a whisper.

"But something feels wrong."

The Scream

The next moment—

A piercing scream ripped through the darkness.

It wasn’t a normal cry of fear.

It was the kind of raw, primal panic that only came when someone had witnessed the impossible.

"MONSTER!!"

Erik shot to his feet.

Everyone around the campfire snapped to alert, rifles raised.

But when the ’monster’ finally emerged from the trees—

It wasn’t a wild beast.

It wasn’t some four-legged predator lurking in the shadows.

It was a man.