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

I took a deep breath, trying to convince myself that it was finally over. The massive ogre lay motionless on the ground, its guttural groans replaced by an eerie silence. But before relief could wash over me, the heavy sound of footsteps returned.

Boom. Boom. Boom.

My head whipped around toward the forest, and the sight before me made my blood run cold.

Two more ogres emerged from between the trees.

Garren's face turned pale. "This… this can't be happening. Two more? We barely survived one!"

Mila, though her expression remained composed, betrayed a flicker of panic as she drew another arrow. "This is madness. We can't take them both."

Rudolph, standing near the back of the wagon, clutched his daggers tightly. His voice was barely above a whisper. "We need to retreat. There's no other way."

Frozen in place, I gripped my crossbow. My hands trembled, the weapon suddenly feeling impossibly heavy. My entire body was locked in fear, my mind reeling with the overwhelming realization. This wasn't a battle we could win.

The ogres advanced, each step shaking the earth beneath us. One of them swung its massive club toward the wagon, shattering the front wheel in a single blow.

"Protect the wagon!" Garren roared, rushing toward the nearest ogre with his sword. But even he, usually a picture of unshakable strength, seemed to falter against the sheer enormity of the task.

Mila leapt aside, desperately searching for a clear shot with her bow. But she was forced back as the second ogre's club slammed into the ground, narrowly missing her.

Rudolph tried to approach from behind, but the ogre's massive hand caught him mid-step. It flung him into a tree with brutal force, the sickening sound of impact making me wince.

I could only stand there, helpless, as the chaos unfolded around me. My chest heaved with shallow breaths. This couldn't be real.

Garren turned to me, his voice ragged but forceful. "Run, Arkan! Save yourself!"

I stared at him, wide-eyed. "But—"

"Run!" he shouted again, his voice desperate. I could see the cuts and bruises weakening him with every second.

Before I could make a decision, a new sound cut through the chaos. Light footsteps—quick, deliberate—echoed from the direction of the forest.

I turned toward the sound, my heart racing anew. From the shadows of the trees, someone emerged.

He arrived.

Disheveled blonde hair, a tattered cloak, and a longsword that looked worn and dulled from countless battles.

Rainer.

I recognized him instantly. His face was exactly as described in the novel. His eyes, shadowed with weariness, carried an unrelenting fire—a determination born from loss and pain.

He didn't say a word. No greetings, no explanations. He simply strode forward, sword at the ready.

One of the ogres turned toward him, raising its club for a devastating strike. But Rainer moved with a fluid grace that was almost inhuman. He sidestepped the attack with practiced ease, his body twisting into a spin as his blade arced toward the creature's leg.

The blow connected with a sickening crunch, blood spurting from the wound as the ogre bellowed in pain.

"What is he doing?!" I thought, still frozen in place.

The ogre growled and attempted another swing, but Rainer didn't give it the chance. With swift, precise strikes, he severed the ogre's grip on its club, forcing the weapon to crash to the ground.

The second ogre advanced, but Rainer was ready. From a pouch at his side, he threw a handful of black powder into the air. The substance exploded into a fine mist, engulfing the ogre's face.

The creature began coughing violently, staggering backward as it clawed at its eyes.

In minutes, both ogres lay motionless. One collapsed with fatal wounds carved into its massive body. The other slumped to the ground, blinded and helpless, its life ebbing away.

I stood motionless, staring at Rainer in stunned silence. He didn't resemble a grand, noble hero. He looked like a man broken by the weight of his failures yet still carrying the will to fight.

He turned toward me, his sharp gaze cutting through my shock. "Are you all right?"

I nodded weakly, unable to find the words to respond.

He exhaled heavily, lowering his sword. "Then get ready. This forest isn't done with us yet."

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The tension of the battle lingered in the air long after the ogres fell. As the adrenaline faded, exhaustion set in.

I urged everyone back onto the wagon—Garren, battered but still standing; Mila, her sharp eyes scanning the horizon; and Rudolph, pale and barely conscious.

Rainer, without a word, climbed into the back of the wagon and sat in silence. His presence filled the space with an unspoken gravity.

I whipped the reins, urging the horses forward. The wagon creaked and lurched into motion, carrying us away from the treacherous woods. No one spoke during the journey. Only the rhythmic clatter of wheels on uneven ground broke the oppressive silence.

After hours of travel, we reached a grassy clearing. The silver light of the moon illuminated a tranquil meadow, and the soft murmur of a nearby stream brought a rare moment of peace.

"Stop here," Garren rasped. "We need to rest."

I pulled the reins, and the wagon rolled to a halt near the stream. Everyone dismounted slowly, their movements heavy with fatigue. We set up a simple camp, the flicker of a small fire providing warmth against the chill of the night.

I sat near the fire, my gaze drifting to Rainer.

He sat at a distance, tending to his sword. The flickering light danced across his disheveled hair and worn face. His blade rested on his lap, and his slow, deliberate movements as he cleaned it were almost hypnotic.

I knew who he was. In the tale of Warrior Destiny, Rainer was the protagonist. A hero brought low by a disastrous failure against a dragon. The vacant look in his eyes and the weary slump of his shoulders spoke of a man still grappling with the weight of his past.

I wanted to ask him so many things—why he was here, what he sought, if he was the same man destined to shape this world's future.

But instead, I stayed silent, watching him from across the fire. The man who had saved us today was not the hero of legend I had expected.

He was something far more real.