I am the Game's Extra

Daemon stepped into the gate, and in an instant, the world around him seemed to blur and twist.

Swoosh

A sharp, bright light pierced his eyes, making him squint in discomfort. His vision shook violently, and dizziness hit him like a wave. It felt like he was soaring through the air at an incredible speed, as if in a high-altitude flight.

His stomach churned, and the world spun around him, but then a cool, steady feeling settled within him.

['Cold-Blooded' has helped you maintain composure.]

Daemon felt something stir inside him, a quiet force that seemed to stabilize his body. The spinning world slowly straightened, the dizziness fading away as his motion sickness disappeared. He breathed in deeply, his senses sharpening. The calm, controlled feeling of the Cold-Blooded skill was keeping him focused, even in the midst of the disorienting experience.

He steadied himself, his expression unwavering as the light around him began to dim.

Daemon's vision slowly cleared, and he could finally take in his surroundings more comfortably.

He was standing in a narrow passage that stretched straight ahead, the path lined with hard stone walls. Above him, the ceiling was dotted with stones that emitted a soft, steady light at regular intervals.

Despite the light, the overall brightness was low. The path ahead of him was only clearly visible for about two meters. Beyond that, the darkness seemed to stretch on endlessly, swallowing everything in its shadow.

He took a cautiously step forward, his eyes scanning the dimly lit corridor.

But although he kept his guard up, nothing happened. No movement, no sound—just the stillness of the corridor around him. It was as if the dungeon itself was empty, devoid of life or danger.

Most people would have started to relax by now, letting their guard down after walking so far without incident. But not Daemon. The further he ventured, the more alert he became.

He knew better than to be complacent. From what he remembered, this dungeon wasn't about fighting monsters. It typically required a team of three to five people to clear it efficiently—this dungeon didn't have any monster, but it was filled with traps.

Though, the top-ranking students rarely bothered with it. For them, this place held little value. But for someone like Daemon, it was an opportunity—a chance to sharpen himself and gather what he needed to grow stronger.

And above all,Danger often strikes without warning, like a storm that sweeps everything away in an instant.

And now, it had come for Daemon.

Thwish!

Out of the darkness, an arrow shot forward, slicing through the air with deadly speed.

Daemon reacted on instinct, twisting his body just in time to avoid a direct hit. The arrow grazed his right forearm, leaving behind a sharp, searing pain. Blood trickled down his arm as his clothes tore from the impact.

Twing!

The arrow buried itself deep into the stone wall with a metallic thud.

"A mana enhanced steel arrow," Daemon muttered under his breath, his eyes narrowing. His heart raced as he stared at the weapon embedded in the wall. It wasn't just a simple trap—this was designed to kill.

Clenching his jaw, Daemon shook off the pain, his focus sharpening. 

The arrow wasn't made of wood—it was forged from solid steel.

Daemon's eyes narrowed as he stared at the projectile. If he hadn't reacted in time, the arrow could have torn his arm clean off. Worse still, if it had struck his head or abdomen, it would have been fatal.

He took a deep breath, steadying himself. The reality of the dungeon's danger settled in, making his pulse quicken. This was no simple challenge. One wrong move could end him.

'What kind of academy sets traps that nearly kill its students?' Daemon grumbled internally, his frustration evident.

Still, he didn't let his irritation distract him. His focus shifted to the trial ahead, analyzing the situation with a clear mind.

Drawing from the memories of the game he had played, Daemon tried to recall the attack patterns. He steadied himself, preparing for what was to come.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Steel arrows shot toward him in rapid succession, each one coming from a different direction. The air buzzed with the sharp sound of metal slicing through it. Daemon tightened his stance, every muscle in his body ready to react.

Daemon crouched low, his body moving swiftly as he rolled forward to avoid the incoming arrows. His movements were sharp and precise.

As he rolled, his hand reached for the backpack strapped to his back. It was thick, stuffed with countless tools he had prepared beforehand.

The backpack wasn't just for carrying supplies—it was a makeshift shield. Daemon had brought it specifically for this purpose, knowing it could serve as a layer of protection in dangerous situations like this.

Using it as cover, he braced himself for the next wave of arrows, his mind racing as he calculated his next move.

Puck! Puck! Puck! Puck! Puck!

Five mana-enhanced steel arrows slammed into Daemon's backpack, each impact sending a jolt through his body. The force was so strong that it felt like his arm might be ripped off with every hit.

Three of the arrows even pierced through the backpack, their sharp tips poking out as if shyly revealing themselves.

Gritting his teeth, Daemon somehow managed to steady himself and press tightly against the wall. His breathing was controlled, his movements deliberate. In a situation like this, where the source of the arrows was unknown, reducing his exposure was his only option.

Even though he had a good idea of the attack patterns from the game, it didn't make taking the hits any less painful or the situation any less dangerous. 

'Three arrows from the left, then two from the back,' Daemon thought, recalling the attack pattern from the game.

He braced himself, his mind focused. It was as if he could see the future because, just as he predicted, three arrows came shooting from the left.

Daemon dove backward, narrowly avoiding the deadly projectiles. The sharp swish of steel passing close to him made his heart race, but he didn't have time to dwell on it.

Almost immediately, two more arrows came from behind, aimed directly at his back. Without hesitation, he twisted his body, turning toward the source of the attack. He dropped to the ground and started rolling.

The ground felt rough beneath him, but Daemon didn't care. His focus was on surviving each wave of attacks, one step at a time.

Wasting no time, Daemon swung his backpack in front of him, using it as a shield once more.

Thud! An arrow struck the backpack with incredible force. Unlike the previous ones, this arrow was silent and blended perfectly into the darkness, almost invisible. The impact was so powerful that Daemon nearly lost his balance, stumbling backward.

For a brief moment, he thought he saw a faint spark in the darkness, a flash of light just before the arrow struck.

Pain shot through his body from the jarring impact, but he gritted his teeth and forced himself to stay focused. He tried to turn his body to reposition, but before he could fully move—

Puck! Puck! Puck!

More arrows came flying toward him, they ripped through his backpack and one of the arrows penetrated his left shoulder.

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Author's Note:

Hello Guys!

It's been a while, this is a novel that I have been working on for a while now.

I hope you enjoy it.

If you have any feedback or suggestions on how I can improve, I'm open to hearing them.