Don't Want to Be Ordinary Even Though I'm an Extra Character

The forest was cloaked in darkness, the sounds of nocturnal creatures filling the air. Towering trees cast looming shadows that became my allies, offering cover as I moved silently. I gripped the dagger tightly in my hand, its cold blade a stark reminder of what I had to do.

In the faint starlight breaking through the dense canopy, I saw him—the bandit leader. He stood in the open, his breaths ragged, the greatsword in his hand trembling slightly. His imposing frame betrayed his exhaustion, but the fire in his eyes blazed with fury.

"Come out! Show yourself, coward!" his voice thundered, reverberating through the trees as he whipped around, looking for me.

But I remained in the shadows, silent, watching.

He was unsteady now, his composure shattered by the relentless attacks he couldn't comprehend. The smoke, the ambushes, his men falling one by one—his belief in his invincibility was crumbling.

And I wasn't about to give him a chance to recover.

I crept closer, weaving between the towering trees with painstaking care, every step a deliberate act of restraint. My heartbeat thundered in my ears, but I pushed aside the fear and doubt clawing at me.

The dagger in my hand glinted faintly under the stars. This was the moment that would decide everything.

As I approached, the towering figure swung his blade aimlessly, desperate to draw me out. His roars of anger were laced with a tinge of panic now, though he refused to admit it.

"I'll kill you!" he bellowed, his voice hoarse. "Stop hiding and fight me like a real man!"

I didn't respond. There was no need for words here.

I closed the gap between us, my steps careful yet precise. Only a few meters separated us now. The forest around us seemed to hold its breath.

When the moment was right, I lunged from the darkness.

The dagger plunged into his exposed side, the blade tearing through muscle with a sickening crack. He roared in pain, staggering sideways, his massive sword swinging wildly as he tried to strike back.

But I was already gone, retreating into the shadows.

He twisted, his enraged eyes scanning the darkness. "Come out, damn you!" he shouted, clutching his wounded side.

I didn't give him time to recover. I moved in again, this time driving the blade into his shoulder. The greatsword dropped from his grasp with a metallic clang, embedding itself in the ground.

Another guttural cry escaped him as he dropped to one knee. Blood streamed from his wounds, staining the forest floor.

Still, he glared up at me, hatred burning in his eyes even as his body betrayed his weakness. "You… coward… attacking from the shadows…," he rasped, his breathing shallow.

I stared back at him, my expression cold, unfeeling. "This world doesn't care about honor," I said quietly. "You killed someone I cared about. This is the price."

With one sharp motion, I pulled the dagger free, and he collapsed fully to the ground. His body heaved as blood pooled beneath him, but he no longer had the strength to fight back.

I stood over him, breathing heavily, my hand still trembling from the effort. For a moment, I simply stared at the man who had terrorized so many—and now lay broken at my feet.

I had done it.

The silence that followed was deafening.

The leader of the bandits lay dying before me. My hands were slick with his blood, the dagger in my grip still stained. This moment, which I had anticipated so fiercely, brought no relief—only a void I couldn't quite name.

A part of me whispered that I should finish it. End him. Ensure he would never harm anyone again. But the blade in my hand wavered.

Could I truly take another life in cold blood? Even after everything he had done?

The man glared at me, a flicker of pride still dancing in his darkened eyes. "Do it," he hissed. "If you've got the guts… end it!"

My grip on the dagger tightened, my knuckles white. The world seemed to slow as I stood at the precipice of a decision I wasn't ready to make.

Finally, I took a step back, letting the dagger fall to my side.

"No," I said, my voice steady.

Instead of dealing a killing blow, I turned and walked away. The sound of his labored breathing and the faint rustle of the forest accompanied my retreat.

This was a cruel world, but I wouldn't lose my humanity—not yet.

A Lesson in Survival

Returning to the mouth of the cave, I found the remaining bandits I had incapacitated earlier. Their bodies were sprawled haphazardly across the ground, their labored breaths the only sign of life.

I stared at them for a long moment, my expression unreadable. These men—killers, thieves, destroyers of families—would return to their ways if I left them alive. This much I knew.

I raised my dagger again, this time without hesitation.

When it was over, only one man remained.

Rudo.

Bound and badly beaten, the man who had set everything in motion still clung stubbornly to life. His eyes followed me, filled with fear and hatred.

"You…" he croaked. "You can't… leave me like this…"

I knelt down to meet his gaze, my face inches from his.

"You took someone precious to me," I said, my tone ice-cold. "You'll never hurt anyone again. But death? That would be too kind."

With a final glare, I bound him tightly with coarse rope and dragged him deeper into the forest—to a place where predators lurked.

The sound of howling wolves filled the air.

I tied him to a tree, ensuring the knots would hold, and stepped back to admire my work. He struggled weakly against his bonds, his breaths growing shallow.

"You want mercy?" I asked, my voice low and hard. "Mercy doesn't exist in this world. And neither will you."

I turned my back to him, leaving his broken figure in the darkness. His faint cries of protest soon dissolved into the chilling silence of the night.

I never looked back.

The dagger felt heavier in my hand as I walked away, each step pulling me deeper into the shadows. The world around me was dark, silent, and cold.

"Old man…," I murmured under my breath, staring at the ground. "I hope… this was enough."

But even as I walked, I felt no sense of victory. Only emptiness.

For in this cruel world, vengeance was just another chain. And I was still learning how to carry it.