I'm an Extra, so What?
Chapter 85 - 85: Ranger Selection Trial (6)

Grinning like a madman, the blood-smeared man ripped the arrow from his chest in one swift, brutal motion.

A raw surge of pain tore through his nerves—and he loved every second of it.

"Ahhh, that's the good stuff," he whispered, his voice trembling with twisted pleasure.

Then, without hesitation, he plunged the arrow right back into the same spot, driving it deep until the flesh parted again, warm blood trailing down his torso.

His body trembled—not from fear, but from euphoria—as he pulled it out a second time and tossed it aside like a used toy.

He bit his lip, eyes wild with excitement, and then hurled his own bow and quiver to the ground with a heavy thud.

"No more games," he declared, flexing his hands, the veins in his arms pulsing.

"I want to feel this fight in my bones. Let's dance up close and personal."

"…" Rosie didn't respond.

She simply stared, unmoved, her expression blank, her disgust silent but palpable.

She had already assessed the man—there was no logic behind those eyes, only bloodlust.

Conversation was pointless.

With a tired breath, she slipped the ring back onto her finger and muttered under her breath, "Enough playing around."

From her pinky, she slid off a thin silver ring.

The moment it left her finger, the air shimmered with a faint glow.

A deafening snarl echoed through the clearing as a massive silver wolf materialized beside her.

Its saliva dripped onto the ground, sizzling like acid, and its lips curled back to reveal rows of jagged, fang-like teeth.

The man's eyes lit up like a child staring at a new toy.

"Oh ho ho… now that's more like it."

Rosie didn't even glance at him.

She pointed forward. "Deal with him."

The wolf let out a thunderous howl before lunging forward, its paws launching off the earth with bone-shattering speed.

The man stood his ground, smiling like a lunatic, and raised his arms.

"Come on, you damn beast! Let's see what you've got!"

The wolf's jaws snapped toward his throat—

But the man caught its maw with both hands, straining as he forced it shut.

They crashed to the ground in a blur of limbs and fur, rolling through the dirt like a storm.

Dust and blood filled the air.

It wasn't a fight—it was a brawl.

Rosie watched without flinching, her bow ready, her eyes scanning the treeline for signs of ambush.

She wasn't about to let herself get blindsided.

Meanwhile, the man grunted as he struggled with the beast.

The wolf thrashed violently, its claws raking at his side, but he held on.

"You're not bad!" he shouted, eyes alight with ecstasy.

Then the wolf's jaws clamped onto his arm—deep.

Teeth pierced flesh, blood gushed, and the man howled—but with laughter.

His free hand swung up and smashed into the wolf's eye, again and again.

Blood from both splattered the ground.

With a pained growl, the wolf released his arm and dove for his throat.

But the man shoved his already mangled arm in the way, gritting his teeth as the wolf clamped down on the same spot.

"You're not killing me this early!" he roared, spitting blood.

"The fun's just getting started!"

A glow lit beneath his skin as he activated a skill—

[Lesser Strength Boost]

Muscles bulged, veins pulsed.

With a snarl, he kicked the wolf off him and scrambled up.

His hand latched onto one of the wolf's hind legs.

"Let's see how you like pain!"

With a sickening twist, he spun his body and snapped the leg like a twig.

A howl of agony escaped the beast, and it tried to pull back.

But the man wasn't finished.

He brought the broken leg to his mouth—and bit into it.

Rosie's eyes narrowed slightly, but her stance never wavered.

The man didn't stop at the surface.

His teeth tore into the muscle, crunching until he hit bone.

Blood streamed down his chin, his eyes rolling back in pleasure.

"You taste like victory," he said with a gory grin.

The man trembled, then let out a guttural scream as he activated another skill—

[Spam]

And then…

[Lesser Strength Boost]

And again.

[Lesser Strength Boost]

And again.

[Lesser Strength Boost]

With no cooldown to stop him, he began spamming the skill over and over, the aura around him distorting with each burst of power.

His muscles bulged grotesquely, veins pulsing across his skin like vines about to burst.

His eyes went bloodshot.

Blood poured from his nose, dribbled from his ears.

His body shook violently from the strain, but he laughed—he laughed as the pain made him feel more alive.

The wolf tried to fight back, but it was too late.

Supercharged beyond reason, the man surged forward, grabbed the beast by the throat, and slammed it to the ground.

He pinned it down by the chest, straddling it as he raised his fists high—and then brought them down again and again and again.

CRACK—SMACK—CRUNCH.

The wolf's snarls turned to wet coughs, then to silence.

Its face caved in with each punch, bones snapping beneath the onslaught.

Flesh turned to pulp.

Blood sprayed the man's chest and face until there was nothing left to break.

The beast was dead—and it hadn't even had the chance to scream.

Panting, the man slowly leaned back, breathing heavily as his entire body trembled with overstimulation.

Blood coated his arms—his own and the wolf's—as he licked a thick crimson streak from his forearm and stood tall, body swaying.

He turned toward Rosie, a wild grin splitting his face.

"You… can't… beat… me."

Each word was a roar forced through a tightening throat, his voice cracking under the weight of overused power.

His stamina was in freefall.

His body, overclocked far beyond its limit, began to shut down.

Nausea rolled over him.

He stumbled.

Then froze.

His muscles spasmed.

His joints locked.

His vision tunneled.

With a final gasp, the man collapsed forward face-first into the dirt.

Blood gushed from his nose, his eyes rolled back—and everything went black.

His body twitched once, then stilled.

Rosie lowered her bow. She hadn't even aimed it at him.

She let out a long, irritated sigh and rubbed the bridge of her nose.

"What an idiot…"

Sliding the silver ring back onto her pinky, the remains of the wolf began to dissolve into soft particles of silver light until there was nothing left.

"I'll need to find another beast for that ring," she muttered, already turning away.

"Preferably one that doesn't get itself turned into jelly."