Reborn as an Extra with the SSS-Divine Debt System and my Past Skills

The snow crunched softly beneath their boots as the group pressed forward. The cart creaked in steady rhythm behind the wolves, the only sound breaking the quiet of the endless white.

For a while, no one spoke. The cold air was sharp, and their breaths rose like faint ghosts, vanishing into the stormy horizon.

Finally, Mira glanced at Verus. Her eyes gleamed with curiosity, mischief tugging at her lips.

"Hey…What's the world you came from like?"

She said suddenly, breaking the silence.

Verus blinked, startled. He hadn't expected anyone to speak to him, let alone ask something so personal. He paused, eyes dropping to the snow before them.

"…It was warmer. Much warmer than this place. But chaotic."

He said at last.

"Chaotic?"

Mira tilted her head.

"Yes. There were resources everywhere—abundance, prosperity. But humans… they wanted more. Greed spread faster than anything else. And so, wars broke out. Everywhere you looked, people fought—not to live, but to kill."

Verus murmured, his voice carrying both weariness and distance.

His tone darkened with the weight of memory. The others glanced at him but stayed quiet, listening.

"I was just another soldier caught in it. Fighting, killing, surviving… and I'd just finished one battle when I ended up here."

Mira's playful expression softened. She opened her mouth but hesitated, unsure what to say.

Berry broke the silence with a low whistle.

"That's rough. Guess our problems look small compared to that."

He scratched his cheek, looking strangely awkward.

Verus gave a faint smile, though his eyes still looked far away.

From his tone, it was clear. He longed to return. To go back—even if the world he spoke of was drenched in blood and chaos.

Berry seemed to sense it as well. His voice lowered, almost gentle.

"Don't worry. If anyone can figure out how to send you back, it's Lucian."

That made Verus blink. He turned, studying Berry's sincere expression. For a moment, something softened in his face.

"…Thank you. It's fine even if he fails. There's no one waiting for me back home anyway."

He said. His voice carried quiet gratitude. But then he added, almost as if reminding himself,

The way he said it, so matter-of-fact, tightened the air between them. Mira's chest ached faintly, though she didn't understand why. She looked like she wanted to argue, but before she could—

Lucian suddenly raised his hand. His sharp eyes narrowed on the path ahead.

"Stop." His voice was calm, but it cut through the quiet like steel.

Everyone froze.

The wolves halted, growling low as their ears twitched.

Lucian's gaze fixed on the storm ahead. His tone dropped, heavy with warning.

"This snowstorm… it isn't natural. There's mana mixed into it. Be careful."

A shiver passed through the group. They tightened formation, drawing closer to the cart.

The storm swallowed them as they stepped forward. Wind howled, snow biting at their skin like knives. At first, it seemed like a normal blizzard. But then—

Mira staggered.

"W-What…?"

Her eyelids felt heavy. A strange dizziness washed over her.

Berry cursed under his breath, forcing his eyes open as if they wanted to glue themselves shut.

Even Lucian felt it. The unnatural drowsiness. The pull of something unseen.

His vision blurred, shadows dancing at the edge of his sight. He clenched his jaw, forcing mana through his veins to stay awake.

And then—

"Lucian…"

A voice.

Soft. Alluring. Too familiar.

Lucian's eyes widened faintly. His heart gave a painful lurch.

That voice… no, it couldn't be. He forced himself to keep moving, to ignore it. His boots dragged heavily through the snow.

Again, the whisper came, closer this time.

"Lucian…"

He grit his teeth, refusing to look. Refusing to give in.

But then—something touched him.

A hand. Warm. Gentle. Caressing his cheek as if it belonged there.

Lucian snapped his hand up, grabbing the wrist instantly, ready to crush it. But as his fingers closed around the skin—

He froze.

It felt familiar.

Too familiar.

His breath caught, his body trembling.

Slowly, unwillingly, his gaze lifted.

And there she was.

Her face emerging through the white haze. The woman he had once loved. The first person he had ever called his wife.

His chest tightened, his pulse hammering. For the first time in years, Lucian's composure cracked.

"…You—"

The storm howled around them, but all he could see was her.

Her smile. Gentle, the same as he remembered.

Her eyes. So full of warmth it threatened to break the icy walls he had built around himself.

For a heartbeat, Lucian forgot the snow. Forgot the danger.

Forgot everything.

The woman's smile widened as she reached for him again, her voice soft, coaxing.

"Lucian… I had such a hard time finding you. But now I'm here. You don't need to suffer anymore. No more burdens, no more struggles. Come with me. Everything will be fine. You won't have to worry about debts, about duty, about anything at all. Just leave it behind."

She whispered.

Her words wrapped around him like silk, smooth and tempting. For a moment, Lucian only stared at her, the storm forgotten.

And then—

A low chuckle escaped him.

It started quiet, then deepened, shaking his chest as he laughed into the storm. The sound was cold, edged with mockery, and utterly out of place against the illusion before him.

The woman's smile faltered. Her brows furrowed as offense sparked in her expression.

"Why are you laughing? Stop it. Stop laughing!"

But Lucian couldn't. The laugh rolled from him freely now, unrestrained, like a sharp blade cutting through the haze. His shoulders trembled as he forced the words out between breaths.

"You…"

He shook his head, his eyes narrowing on her face.

"You never once managed to persuade me when you were alive."

His laughter sharpened, bitter but steady.

"So tell me—what makes you think you could succeed now? When you're nothing but a shadow."

The woman froze.

Her lips parted, but no words came out. Her eyes flickered with shock, as if the very foundation of her illusion had cracked beneath his voice.

For the first time since appearing, she was silent.

Lucian straightened, his laughter fading into the storm's roar, his gaze cutting through her like ice.

The silence between them was absolute.