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

"I will reach the peak of this world!"

That's what I said a month ago, full of enthusiasm and burning conviction. But unfortunately, reality had other plans: there's been no progress at all. A big fat zero. Even if my spirit soared as high as a rocket, my body was still stuck in this shabby herbal shop with its monotonous routines.

I had so many ideas, so many plans to "start a revolution" and transform my life from an extra character into someone extraordinary. But the main problem? The foundation of all those ideas was empty.

Take the simplest example: I wanted to make soap. Yes, soap! Isn't that a genius idea? In this medieval world, soap isn't something common. If I could make it, I could sell it, get rich, catch the attention of nobles, and begin building my influence!

But… what the fuck! I had absolutely no idea how to make soap!

Of course, I knew the basic principle. Soap is made from oil and alkali—that's basic information I once heard on the internet. But the details of the process? Gone! Empty! Evaporated from my brain! If Google existed here, I might have been the greatest scientist in the world within weeks. But in this Warrior Destiny world, I was stuck with fragments of vague knowledge and completely inadequate resources.

"For God's sake… I'm a mechanical engineering graduate, not a chemistry or industrial major," I grumbled, slumping into the rickety wooden chair inside the shop. I stared at the herbal shelves filled with dried leaves and cheap glass bottles. I didn't even know how to create the simplest tools for processing soap.

And that wasn't all. No electricity, no machines, no simple technology like water pipes or precision gears. I wanted to create something, but the basic materials? Zero. Even crafting gears required a proper workshop.

I ruffled my hair in frustration. "How am I supposed to change the world when I can't even do something this simple?!"

Amid my angry contemplation, Mr. Oldan's voice called from outside. "Arkan! Stop lazing around in there! A customer needs a remedy!"

I huffed, standing up with heavy steps. Though I grumbled under my breath, my mind was still spinning, searching for a solution. If I wanted to reach the top, I had to start from the bottom. No matter how frustrating it was now, no matter if I had to squeeze my brain even harder—I couldn't give up.

"Fine, the soap will have to wait. Maybe I can start with something simpler…" I muttered, stepping out of the shop to serve the customer.

The journey to the peak wouldn't be easy, but one thing was certain: I wouldn't stop just because of one small failure. This wasn't about how quickly I could succeed, but how hard I could endure.

And as if the world wanted to surprise me, he appeared—the figure who serves as the cornerstone of Warrior Destiny's story.

The door of my small herbal shop swung open with a grating creak that pierced my ears. I reflexively turned, ready to scold whoever had dared to enter so rudely. But the words caught in my throat when I saw the figure standing in the doorway.

A young man with dull blond hair, his breath ragged as though he'd just fled from a battlefield. His body was cloaked in a worn-out, dark brown robe torn in several places, stained with dried blood and mud. From his pale, exhausted face, it was obvious he had been through something harrowing.

But even though his condition was pathetic, I knew who he was.

Just a glance at his face, and I could instantly recognize him—Rainer. Rainer the failed hero. The protagonist of Warrior Destiny, the last hope of this world, despite initially being dismissed as a loser.

My eyes widened in disbelief. "Ra… Rainer?" I muttered softly, almost as if whispering to myself.

Rainer looked at me with his dull blue eyes that still carried a faint glimmer of resolve—something typical of a protagonist. "You're… the herbal shopkeeper, right?" his voice was hoarse, sounding almost desperate. "Please, I need… a healing remedy…"

Without waiting for my response, his body collapsed to the shop floor with a thud that startled me.

"Oi! Hey! Don't go fainting on my shop floor!" I shouted, rushing over to him. I crouched next to his stiff, cold body. His condition was truly bad. Even up close, I could see small untreated wounds on his face.

Rainer. The main character of this world was sprawled on the floor of my shop. If this were a novel, then this would be a critical moment—one of those story turning points where the hero stands on the brink of despair before rising again.

And me? I, Arkan the extra character, now found myself right in the middle of that moment.

A small smile crept onto the corner of my lips. Perhaps this could be my turning point, too.

"Alright, Rainer. You've come to the right place," I muttered, quickly grabbing whatever remedies I could find on the shelves. "If you're the hero, then let me be the greatest shopkeeper in this world."