I'm an Extra, so What?
Chapter 77 - 77: Greedy

Outside the headmaster's office…

Luka stood stiffly, shifting from foot to foot, his ears catching the muffled shouting from within.

His teacher was being chewed out—again—for injuring a student.

He adjusted his glasses, pushing them up the bridge of his nose, but the uneasy pit in his stomach refused to settle.

Something felt off.

'The main character should be in the Medical Hall… nothing major should be happening,' Luka thought.

But then a cold realization struck him like lightning.

"Wait… wasn't the Saintess doing personal visits today?"

His eyes widened.

Without another moment of hesitation, Luka bolted.

He dashed through the hall, startling staff and ignoring their shouts to slow down.

His feet pounded against the floor, students yelping as he brushed past them—some stumbling to the ground in his wake.

He didn't stop.

Each turn, each step brought him closer, the tension growing heavier in his chest like a vice.

Minutes passed.

He skidded to a stop outside the Medical Hall, sweat dripping down his brow.

He wiped it away with his sleeve and stepped through the doors, heading straight to the front desk.

Empty.

No receptionist in sight.

'Not a good sign.'

Luka began opening doors, one after another.

Room after room, filled with unfamiliar faces.

Until finally—he opened a door and froze.

There.

The main character.

The moment Luka saw those crazed eyes, he knew.

It was wild.

Unhinged.

Hungry with obsession.

All eyes turned to Luka.

Elysia, Nike, Arthur.

Luka's expression tightened behind his glasses.

He had arrived just in time.

As Luka watched Nike, he saw the war in her heart—the hesitation, the ache, the desperate hope clashing with harsh reality.

She wanted to believe in her childhood friend.

She always had.

And that was dangerous.

Luka knew if they reconciled now, the heroine's heart would return to the Main Character—

'I can't lose this Fate farm!'

He stepped forward, hands out, voice cutting through the air like a blade.

"Don't listen to his bullshit. Really think for yourself. Do you honestly want to forgive this lust-drunk bastard?"

Nike froze.

Her gaze shifted, slowly turning back toward her childhood friend.

She met Arthur's eyes.

And what stared back at her… wasn't the boy she once knew.

It was a man drunk on delusion—eyes crazed, a twisted fire burning in them.

Something inside her snapped.

She took a step back.

Then another.

And gently, she pulled her hands away from his.

"I don't recognize you, Arthur… I'm sorry. I won't wait anymore. I… I can't."

[A Heroine's relationship with the Main Character has been damaged]

[5000 Fate has been deducted from the Main Character]

[92,500 Fate remaining]

Luka smiled inwardly, hearing the mechanical chime of the system's notice.

'Progress.'

Meanwhile, Arthur's world came crumbling down around him.

His eyes went bloodshot. R

age boiled over, teeth clenched so hard—

Crack.

He chipped one.

"Why do you always show up when you're not needed!?" Arthur screamed, fury shaking his voice.

"First, you take the Second Princess, and now—now you take my childhood friend too!?"

Luka raised a hand to his chest, voice calm, measured, righteous.

He had an audience, after all.

"What are you talking about? They don't belong to me," he said, as if wounded by the accusation.

"They're their own people. People I deeply respect—and wish to see free, not chained to some crazed, obsessive man like you."

"You bastard!" Arthur roared, trying to rise from the bed—but something inside him flinched.

A memory.

A kick.

A sharp jolt of pain.

PTSD.

His body refused.

So instead, Arthur turned his rage elsewhere.

"EVERYONE OUT!" he shrieked, voice cracking.

"GET OUT! OUT! OUT!"

Saliva sprayed from his mouth as he began slamming his fists into the wall beside the bed, knuckles reddening, the impact loud.

"Ar—" Elysia started, stepping forward to calm him.

But she paused as she felt a gentle hand rest on her shoulder.

Luka.

His expression was calm.

"He needs to be alone," Luka said softly. "As long as we're here, he'll only spiral further."

Elysia looked into his eyes… and nodded.

"I understand…"

Even in his frenzy, Arthur heard.

"You really are greedy!" he spat, his voice twisted with fury.

"Even the Saintess? You bastard! She should've been mine!"

Luka ignored the tantrum.

Instead, he glanced toward Nike.

A silent nod.

She understood.

Tears welled in her eyes, but she turned away—following the Saintess out the door, her footsteps slow.

And now, only two remained.

Arthur and Luka.

"…"

Luka turned to face him, no longer needing to pretend.

That pleasant smile shifted.

Into a wide smirk.

Luka waved slowly, mockingly.

Then, mouthing the words—calm, clear, and venomous:

"Your life is a ticket to Hell."

Click.

The door closed behind him.

Arthur's scream erupted once more, louder than before.

Outsiden the room…

Luka caught up to the two women, matching their pace as they quietly moved down the hallway.

Behind them, Arthur's muffled screams still echoed, growing fainter with each step.

No one said anything at first.

It wasn't until they passed through the Medical Hall's exit that Luka finally spoke.

"Saintess, you're always busy, so I understand if it's a bit sudden… but would you care to join us for an early dinner?"

Elysia looked thoughtful for a moment, placing a finger on her chin.

Then she gave a soft, composed nod.

"I don't see why not."

Luka smiled and clapped his hands lightly.

"Wonderful. We'll grab something from the cafeteria and find a quiet spot to eat. Somewhere peaceful."

Nike, who had been walking with her gaze on the floor, heard everything.

Though she hadn't said a word—and hadn't exactly agreed to this sudden, unexpected early dinner—she gave a small nod in response

Quiet, subtle… but telling.

Luka's thoughts churned like a dark storm cloud, his mind working through the possibilities, calculating every move with cold precision.

His gaze flickered toward Nike.

'She's a weakness for him…'

Luka put his finger under his chin.

'I could use that—make her tip the main character over the edge. If I do it right, not only would he destroy himself, but I'd strip some Fate…'

Luka couldn't help but show a small smirk.

'Expulsion for the main character would be good. The more he falls, the more Fate slips through his fingers. And once it's all gone, when he's completely useless, then…'

Luka's eyes glowed.

'I'll be the one left standing. I'll be able to survive. Nothing personal, of course…'