Extra's Supremacy: Rise of the Forgotten Background Character

"May God forgive you, but I won't."

That's what I had said a few moments ago and naturally, my benevolent side stopped me from killing the guy.

After beating the shit out of him.

Healing him.

And then beating him again.

The boy who had dared to try to strip me, now knelt trembling before me, bowing like I was some kind of goddamn king.

And honestly, that was the only reason he was still breathing.

He was quick on his feet and understood exactly what I wanted and played along.

Still, watching an ugly demon kneeling like that?

Yeah, it was kind of disgusting.

"Hey. Get up," I muttered.

Naturally, he didn't move an inch.

Either he was too deep into his worship routine…

or I might have burst his eardrums a little earlier.

But from seeing a small stream of blood oozing down his ear… I could bet on the second option.

So, I did what any sane person would have done.

I kicked him in the face.

"I said, get up you perverse bastard."

Yeah, I was being harsh but think about it, this asshole was trying to strip me for god-knows what reason… and I should just be kind to him? Yeah, no thanks.

He understood my words and got up immediately.

"Please spare me, Young Master Rael." He begged me with tears streaming down his face. "I just wanted a peaceful academy life… please, please."

He fell on his knees, his body trembling and his voice breaking.

"What were you doing with me then?" I shot back. "Was that part of your 'peaceful' curriculum?"

Pathetic. Absolutely pathetic.

The bastard had the audacity to play victim after trying to pull that stunt on me. Turns out, he was even more miserable than I thought.

"Then what else was I supposed to do? Those bullies dumped me out here and told me to find a blue underwear or they would ruin my life for the rest of academy, so what the fuck was I meant to do?"

He sniffed, his shoulders shaking.

"I thought… maybe, just maybe… if I took yours, they would leave me alone."

"What else should I have done?" He trembled.

People always say only under such situations does the real self come out.

But was I feeling pity for him?

Nope.

Why would I?

I stepped closer.

"You know what you should've done differently?" I stared at him. "You should've kicked the nuts of the guy who even asked you to do this… kicked so hard he would remember it in his next life."

He flinched, not daring to look up.

"Tell me," I continued with a low and sharp voice.

"Do you like being this pathetic? You enjoy groveling and being someone's little entertainment piece? Getting stepped on by some sore losers with daddy or mommy issues, who can't feel good unless they're degrading someone else?"

My words probably hit him harder than my kick ever could.

But it was the truth. If I were in his shoes, I would have spat and cursed whoever dared humiliate me and gone down swinging and died like a man, not crawling around like some coward begging for mercy.

But some people… they just don't get that.

"What's your name?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. "What's your damn name?"

Honestly, this pathetic bastard was reminding me of someone… someone in the past, I would rather not remember and it was making me more pissed than I wanted to accept.

"Arckon…" The boy replied, his voice low now. "Arckon Darkheart."

I looked at him… and only now did I get a good look.

Oh, you have got to be kidding me.

It's that bastard.

No wonder he was this pathetic.

The novel never made it clear much about him but what it did make clear was that he was a villain.

A sneaky, opportunistic and pain-in-the-ass villain.

The same one who was supposed to have my monocle during the entrance exam and, of course, the same piece of trash who sold that scroll with the horny elf soul on the black market.

But in this life, he never got those things and maybe, that was the reason for him being so… extra pathetic.

Still, I was a good guy at heart, you know me, right.

So, I decided to lend him a hand out of the kindness of my heart and give him a little motivational talk. I mean, I did steal the opportunity of this poor guy.

I am a Good Guy after all.

"Tell me Arckon, what are you afraid of?" I asked him.

This was something I was always curious about when I saw some stupid fucks getting bullied and some idiotic shits bullying them.

I had never understood the whole bully-and-victim cycle.

I mean, the bullied guys were already getting their asses handed to them, their lives already in the gutter… So why not fight back?

Why not curse the bastard and go for the nuts?

It's not rocket science, you don't need a teacher to learn how to crack someone's jewels.

Just wait till he drops his guard and BAM! One good kick and even the mightiest asshole goes down like a sack of regrets.

Even if you fail, what's the worst that happens?

You get beaten more?

So what? Isn't that already happening?

So I kept wondering, what's that fear?

That invisible leash that keeps people submissive even when they've got nothing left to lose?

Especially in this world… a world where people train to face monsters, walk into dungeons and yet somehow, they still tremble before a few arrogant brats with daddy issues.

It never made sense to me.

Okay maybe, I was just a bit biased due to the reason of not getting bullied but I really wanted to see… What these bullies were all about.

The boy, Arckon raised his head and for the first time, I saw a clarity. "What am I afraid of?"