Don't Want to Be Ordinary Even Though I'm an Extra Character-Chapter 112: [111] Survival training (5)

"Damn it! Everyone, battle positions!"

Erik’s voice cut through the air like a blade. Without hesitation, his team snapped into formation. Paint rifles were raised, bodies lowered into defensive stances, and sharp eyes scanned every corner of the darkness.

There was no room for mistakes. Beside him, Gav furrowed his brows, suspicion clear in his expression.

"Wait a second... Why don’t I sense anyone? Is there really a monster here!?"

His voice carried a hint of disbelief. Erik didn’t respond immediately. His gaze remained locked on the shadowed figure in front of them.

"Gav... Stay sharp." His voice dropped lower. "I don’t know what that is, but we can’t afford to be careless."

Gav swallowed hard, his grip tightening around his weapon.

How?

How could someone—even someone Erik acknowledged as dangerous—get this close without a sound? Without a single trace of their presence?

But before those questions could be answered—

SNAP!

"Huh?"

One of their soldiers suddenly stumbled backward. And in the next instant—

WHOOSH!

He was lifted off the ground. A hidden tripwire buried beneath dry leaves snapped tight, yanking his body into the air with terrifying speed.

A muffled scream escaped his throat, but before anyone could react—

BANG! BANG!

A single gunshot rang through the air. Then silence. For a split second, no one moved.

Then—

"Shit! That’s an enemy shot!" Gav roared, adrenaline surging through his veins.

Without hesitation, the rest of the squad opened fire into the darkness.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Bullets tore through the trees, piercing through the thick foliage. The gunfire echoed, drowning out the quiet rustling of the night.

And yet—

Nothing happened. No enemy cries. No indication that they had landed a hit.

Just an even deeper silence—

As if the forest itself had swallowed their bullets whole. Erik didn’t fire a single shot. Instead, his mind raced, his body perfectly still as he analyzed the battlefield.

’The enemy... He’s toying with us.’

Using the darkness to his advantage. This wasn’t a straightforward battle. This was a hunt. One kill at a time. One elimination before fading back into the shadows. Erik clenched his jaw.

’We’re up against someone who doesn’t need to rush.’

"STOP!" Erik’s voice cut through the tension. "You’re wasting ammo!"

Instantly, his squad halted their gunfire.

Their breaths were heavy, eyes darting around in the dimly lit forest. A terrible realization settled over them. They couldn’t see the enemy. They had no idea where the shots were coming from.

And worse—

They had no idea what would happen next.

Then—

A scream ripped through the air.

"AAAAARGH!!"

Another soldier was snatched into the darkness. No gunshot this time. Just the sound of something being dragged into the pitch-black depths of the forest. Panic spread like wildfire.

Erik gritted his teeth. Their opponent wasn’t just fighting them. He was breaking them. Piece by piece. This wasn’t a skirmish.

This was a hunt.

And they weren’t soldiers anymore. They were prey.

Gav’s breath grew ragged, his fingers trembling slightly as he gripped his rifle tighter. Sweat rolled down his forehead, his heartbeat pounding in his ears.

He couldn’t take it anymore.

"Erik... we can’t stay here! We need to move to an open space!" Gav’s voice was tense but rational.

Erik didn’t answer immediately. His mind was spinning, weighing their options. They were trapped in a killing zone. If they stayed, they’d be picked off one by one.

Finally, he nodded.

"You’re right. Everyone—move!"

Without hesitation, the squad rushed toward the clearing. They thought it was the best decision. But they forgot one thing—

A hunter never lets his prey escape so easily. Running Toward Their Doom As they burst into the open, they were instantly met with hell.

BANG!

One soldier dropped.

BANG!

Another collapsed, their body hitting the ground with a dull thud. Erik could hear it—

Their breaths turning frantic, their footsteps once steady now morphing into panicked sprints. They were no longer a squad. They were a scattered herd, running from something faster, sharper, and deadlier.

One by one—

They fell. Until only two remained.

Erik and Gav. They kept running, but Erik knew—

If they did nothing, they would be next.

Then—

Ahead, the moonlight illuminated an open clearing. Just a few meters away.

Safety. Freedom. But before they could reach it—

A cold presence wrapped around Erik’s throat like an invisible chain. Something was watching them.

Waiting.

And then—

Gav heard it. The faintest sound of something cutting through the air, heading straight for Erik. The target was clear. The flag in Erik’s hands.

Without hesitation—

Gav grabbed Erik’s shoulder and shoved him forward.

"Avenge me, Erik!"

That was the last thing Erik heard—

Before Gav was snatched away. A hidden snare wrapped around his ankle, tightening in an instant. With terrifying force, Gav was yanked back into the shadows—

His body dragged at high speed into the forest’s depths. A single second was all it took for him to disappear.

His final breath—

Swallowed by the darkness. Erik watched. Didn’t move. Didn’t breathe.

And then—

"Tch... Dammit."

He wasn’t surprised. Gav’s dramatic scream as he was dragged into the shadows was... strangely comical. After all, this was just a training exercise—no one was actually going to die.

And yet—

From the ten soldiers who had started this battle, only one remained.

Only Erik.

He finally emerged into the open field, his breaths still ragged, but he didn’t stop moving. His sharp gaze swept across the area, ensuring there were no further surprises waiting for him.

And when he was sure—

He looked up.

"Alright... That’s enough, isn’t it?" His voice was steady, though still tinged with exhaustion.

"Let’s settle this here... Blake!"

At last, Erik called out his opponent’s name. The Hunter Reveals Himself, the moment his name was spoken, a pair of glowing red eyes appeared in the darkness.

Slowly, measured footsteps echoed across the silent field—calm, deliberate, without hesitation. Erik didn’t raise his weapon. He remained still, waiting for his opponent to reveal himself completely.

And finally—

A lone figure stepped into the moonlight. A man with messy silver hair stood beneath the pale glow. His narrow eyes gleamed with calculated coldness, sharp and piercing.

A faint smile rested on his lips—not a friendly one, but the grin of a man who had enjoyed the hunt far too much.

"Feels nice to be recognized," Blake finally spoke, his voice calm but laced with something indescribable.

"We know each other quite well, don’t we, Erik?"

Erik exhaled, unable to hide the frustration in his expression.

"Blake... Damn it, don’t you think you were a little too cruel to us?" His tone was a mix of annoyance and fatigue.

Blake simply smirked.

"What, for using my own skills? It’s fair, isn’t it? In war, everything is fair, Erik."

He wasn’t wrong—and Erik couldn’t argue against that logic. With a long sigh, Erik finally asked, "Fine. But... are you alone?"

Blake shrugged lazily.

"Obviously. My teammates were useless. When we got surrounded by monsters, they gave up immediately. But me? I wasn’t about to do something that stupid."

There was not a single trace of regret in his voice. If anything—he sounded satisfied.

"In a way, I’m grateful. If they were still around, they’d just be dead weight... unlike someone."

His red eyes flickered toward Erik, piercing and deliberate. Erik narrowed his gaze, resisting the urge to react.

"Tch. You and your big mouth."

Blake chuckled, his predatory stare never leaving Erik.

They stood before each other—two warriors who couldn’t be more different, yet both knowing that this fight wouldn’t end easily.

The tension between them wasn’t just about the training exercise anymore. There was something deeper, something personal.

Erik’s sharp eyes locked onto Blake’s. This wasn’t a fight that could be settled with bullets.

"No more ammo... You agree?" Erik finally spoke, his tone flat yet heavy with meaning.

Without hesitation, he dropped his rifle onto the ground. This wasn’t just a competition.

This was something that had to be settled between them alone. Blake stared at him for a few seconds before a faint smirk returned to his lips.

"Still upset about that day?" His voice was calm, but there was something unreadable in his expression.

Then—

With an equally casual motion, Blake tossed his weapon aside as well.

"Fine. Let’s settle it today."

A Fight That Goes Beyond Victory as Erik took his fighting stance, something stronger than rivalry flickered in his expression. A long-buried anger surfaced.

A frustration he had held back for far too long.

"Consider this payback—BECAUSE I’M NEVER HANDING MY SISTER OVER TO YOU!" Erik roared, his voice thundering across the open field.

Tension.

For the first time, Blake’s usual calm demeanor shifted. A small, quiet chuckle escaped his lips.

Then—

He tilted his chin up slightly, looking at Erik with an expression of pure challenge.

"You really haven’t changed, big brother."

And with that—

They both moved.

Blake was not just an ordinary opponent for Erik. He was his brother-in-law—the husband of his one and only younger sister, whom he fiercely protected. However, their relationship was far from harmonious, as Erik never considered Blake worthy of being part of his family.