Don't Want to Be Ordinary Even Though I'm an Extra Character-Chapter 117: [116] Cold war lite

Rainer stood beneath the night sky, his eyes staring blankly into the darkness. The cold wind blew against his skin, but his thoughts were far more turbulent than the biting air. After two years of serving under Arkan, he was now beginning to question everything. If the destruction Arkan spoke of was real, what was he supposed to do?

Should he believe and act, or dismiss it as mere fantasy? Arkan was not one to boast, and that made it all the more difficult for Rainer to deny his words. But accepting that truth also meant accepting that this world was heading toward ruin. And worse, the people he cared about would perish along with it.

On one hand, he could stay in his comfort zone and assume this was all just a conspiracy theory. But his heart couldn’t lie—something deep within him whispered that Arkan might be right. If disaster was truly on the horizon, then he had to be ready to face it. But was he strong enough to fight against something he didn’t even fully understand?

His fists clenched tightly, his fingers trembling—not from the cold, but from the confusion raging inside him. All this time, he had fought for something clear—to protect his land, to battle for victory, to serve as a soldier. But now, his purpose felt blurred, as if he were walking through a fog with no direction. Was following Arkan really the right path?

He couldn’t ignore the fact that Arkan had grown too quickly—faster than what should have been possible. It was as if he knew every step to take, understanding strategies that were unheard of in this world. If Arkan truly came from the future, then everything he had done so far wasn’t mere coincidence. He was trying to change something he had already witnessed.

And that meant... the future could still be altered. If destruction was indeed coming, then it was their duty to stop it before it was too late. But was Rainer strong enough to stand by Arkan’s side? Or was he merely a disposable pawn in this grand game?

Rainer took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment. If he chose to walk away, he would become nothing more than a spectator in a story written by someone else. But if he moved forward, at least he could try to change something—even if the outcome remained uncertain. And deep down, he knew he was not the kind of man who could sit idly by.

So, what was his choice? The answer was clear. He would not retreat. He would continue to serve, continue to fight, and ensure that if destruction truly came, he would be on the front lines to stop it.

Because of that, he decided to extend his service—not just for another two years as originally planned, but for five full years. Five years to become stronger, smarter, and more prepared for whatever lay ahead.

And with that decision, Rainer’s fate changed. He was no longer just another soldier.

He would become one of Arkan’s greatest protectors—a guardian whose name would one day echo across the world.

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As promised, the Special Force unit—comprising six elite soldiers—began their preparations. Led by Erik, they ensured every supply was accounted for. In every mission, unforeseen scenarios were inevitable, and Erik was not the type to take risks without thorough preparation. If anything went wrong, they had to be able to survive without external support.

Before their departure, Arkan gathered them in the castle’s grand hall to deliver a direct address. The tension in the room was palpable, but everyone standing there understood the gravity of this mission. Arkan wasn’t just sending them on an ordinary operation—he was entrusting them with the survival of Lawrence.

This wasn’t just about them. It was about the countless lives that depended on their success.

Standing tall before them, Arkan met the gaze of each soldier preparing to leave. Beneath his composed demeanor, there was a weight to his voice. This was not just a military order—it was a hope placed upon their shoulders.

"This mission is not just about military strategy," he stated firmly. "It is about our future. The future of Lawrence. If we fail, we don’t just lose a single territory—we lose everything."

No one spoke, but the tension thickened. Every soldier present understood that this mission carried far greater dangers than what was apparent on the surface.

Arkan took a slow breath before continuing. "I want you all to understand one thing...

Your lives matter."

A few of the soldiers’ eyes widened at that. Soldiers were often seen as mere tools of war, expendable pawns in the grand game of power. But Arkan spoke as if their lives were more than just numbers on a battlefield report.

"If anything happens to you, your families will receive full compensation. I will personally ensure they do not suffer from your loss. But more than that—

I want all of you to come back alive."

His words struck deep.

No leader had ever outright stated that their soldiers’ survival was the top priority. This wasn’t a meaningless war. This wasn’t a mindless struggle for power.

This was a fight for survival.

After the speech concluded, the atmosphere grew heavier, yet within each soldier, their resolve solidified.

They knew that out there, they would likely face Force users—or something even more dangerous.

But they could not hesitate.

Because the moment they stepped out of Lawrence, there would be no turning back.

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Elsewhere, a grand caravan was slowly making its way toward the Kingdom of Lutharia. Armored horses pulled carriages adorned with the imperial emblem, signifying the importance of the person within. Inside the main carriage, a rotund diplomat sat with a weary expression, his face reflecting exhaustion not only from the long journey but also from the political burden he carried. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

This diplomacy was not just an ordinary meeting. It was a decisive moment for the next steps of the Northern Empire. If the meeting went smoothly, the relationship between the empire and the kingdom could remain stable. However, if anything were to happen—especially if the diplomat were attacked within Lutharia’s territory—it could become the catalyst for a war that would not be easily stopped.

For many, politics was a game of strategy and words. But for the empire, it was a game of opportunity. They were always waiting for an opening to expand their influence, and if given a reason to strike, they would not hesitate.

Upon entering the territory of Marquis Arleon, security around the diplomat was tightened. Royal forces stationed along the border ensured that no threats could approach the caravan. However, the greatest threat was not bandits or rebels from outside—it was something much closer.

The ruler of this region, Marquis Arleon—better known as Celeste in the Northern Empire—was not someone to be trusted. She was a power-hungry woman with great ambitions regarding the Lawrence territory. The Rune Stone mines within that land were the primary reason she was so eager to drag Arkan into this conflict.

And so, a scenario had been crafted.

Cecilia and those backing her had devised a plot to make it appear as if Arkan was the one attacking the imperial diplomat. If the plan succeeded, Lutharia would have a justification to invade Lawrence without facing heavy political repercussions. Moreover, with the empire’s aggressive nature, Arkan would end up with enemies on both sides.

However, the more concerning matter was who would be executed to ensure this plan’s success.

To make sure the scenario played out perfectly, Cecilia did not rely on her own forces. She had allied herself with the secret organization known as the God Evil Sect—a group of fanatics infamous for their ruthless methods. These individuals had no loyalty to the kingdom or the empire; they only cared about their own dark agenda.

Each member of the God Evil Sect was no ordinary soldier. Most of them possessed strength equivalent to second-class mages, while high-ranking executives, known as priests, held first-class power along with unique abilities, making them a formidable threat. If they succeeded in infiltrating and assassinating the diplomat, there would be no way to prevent war.

And this was precisely why the Special Forces had been formed.

They were not only dispatched to protect the diplomat but also to stop the conspiracy before it was too late.

Behind the military movements and diplomatic strategies, a dangerous game had begun.

And at stake was the future of Lawrence, Lutharia, and perhaps the entire continent.

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In a place hidden from the eyes of the world, a group of individuals gathered in an eerie silence. They were no ordinary soldiers but fanatical followers of the God Evil Sect, an organization that had lurked in the shadows of history. Each person in the room meticulously prepared themselves—adjusting their weapons, setting up formations, and reviewing the prearranged strategy.

Among them stood a figure unlike the rest. A young man with unkempt hair and sharp eyes sat lazily, seemingly uninterested in the events around him. He let out a wide yawn, completely unaffected by the tense atmosphere. However, to those who knew him, his relaxed demeanor was not a sign of weakness—it was the mark of someone who reveled in chaos more than anything else.

Unlike the other warriors who knelt in prayer or carefully planned their approach, this man was different. He was not just a member of the sect but one of their Templar Knights—a Force user with power on par with the kingdom’s elite forces. While most sect members were mercenaries or dark mages, this man was a living weapon, ready to be unleashed at any moment.

His fingers idly played with a small dagger, spinning it between them with effortless precision. His sharp eyes scanned the room in boredom as the others busied themselves with their mission preparations. He had no need for such preparations—for him, battle was not a duty but a source of entertainment.

"Why bother? They’re all going to die anyway," he muttered softly, a smirk forming on his lips.

No one responded. They were already accustomed to his insane and reckless personality. Yet, despite his apparent carelessness, not a single person in the room dared to underestimate him.

He was not just strong—he was a monster on the battlefield.

And once this mission began, he would prove that nothing could stand in the way of the God Evil Sect’s will.