Transmigrated as an Extra: Awakening of The Ex‐Class”

The old woman lying on the floor of the train, surrounded by a puddle of blood that expanded slowly. His lips trembled in an attempt to articulate a last word, but there was no one who could hear it. His wrinkled hand clung to his bag, as if inside he kept an invaluable secret.

One of the mercenary leaned with disdain on the inert body of the old woman and began to review her belongings. He brutally took out his hand's bag and opened it impatiently. Inside he found a series of objects without apparent value: a worn scarf, a few silver coins and a photograph. It was a blurred image of a young woman smiling, she frowned at the disappointment of not finding anything of value.

In that same intooth as an enraged animal and blinded by anger the old man pounced on them, I decide to die, without however, it was too much for him, he was beaten to an irreconocible point and when they finished playing with him, one of them pointed it With the weapon

"Darius stop! Even if you hit him, you can't kill him, it will be a merchandise that will make us win a lot"

I felt so furious and helpless at the same time. However, it was only a few minutes before all the attention focused on me. Darius smiled with a shameless confidence and began to approach little by little.

"Wait!"

"Marcus! Are you going to interfere again?"

"Stop doing stupidities and go check the last car. I just heard a noise."

"Why don't you go?"

"Because, again, you are going to spoil the merchandise. Do you want the boss to get angry?"

For a brief moment, I observed how Darius's eyelids began to tremble, and their steps became slower. Then, without saying the word, turned around and went to the other car.

Relieved, I let a sigh escape, but I knew I was running out of options. I had to act, or I was going to die. The hard reality of this world hit me fully. I had no time to scare myself to cry for poor lady and her husband.

Without further option, I began to analyze the situation coldly. My hands sweated, and my mind worked at full speed, looking for any detail that I could use in my favor. Fear and despair tried to invade my thoughts, but rejected them with determination. I knew that if I got carried away by emotions, I would be dead in minutes.

There was no space to doubt or fail. I looked around, quickly evaluating the possible exhaust routes, but I saw no one that offered me a real opportunity.

The clearest option was the weapon. If I could not neutralize it, everything would be lost. I wondered if I could take it by surprise, maybe take advantage of an oversight or a moment of distraction. What would you do if they discover me before I can move? I couldn't allow that to happen. The tension in my body grew, but tried to keep calm. A false movement and everything would end.

Marcus, a fornid man and with a cold and ruthless look, was a few meters from me, his weapon shone threatening the dim light of the car. I had to act intelligence and quickly if I wanted to leave this situation alive.

I observed the environment with more attention. There was little to use in my favor. The cars were narrow, and although I felt limited, I could not allow myself to lose sight of the smallest detail. Every second he counted.

If I do not do something now, I will have no other chance.

Soon an idea began to form in my mind.

I observed around the car, looking for some object that I could use to distract the terrorist and take advantage of the situation. My eyes posed in a fire extinguisher that was in a corner of the car.

Be careful, I approached the extinguisher and calculated the distance between him and me. I knew I couldn't make mistakes, my life depended on it. With a quick movement, I grabbed the extinguisher and threw it towards him, diverting his attention for a moment.

Taking advantage of the confusion, I launched on him and struggled for the control of the weapon. His strength was impressive, but my determination was even greater. With a superhuman effort, I managed to remove the weapon and sign up directly to the head.

The terrorist looked at me with surprise and contempt in his eyes.

Bang!

Without a word squeeze the trigger, Marcus who had a hole on the forehead fell to the ground, the blood splashed my face and an unpleasant simple invaded me. Fear, naucias, dizziness ...

I forced myself to recompose myself, although my body resisted. This was not over. I didn't know how many were, but it was clear that, hearing the shot, Darius wouldn't take more than a few minutes to return. I had to hurry, find a solution before it was too late. Every second he counted.

Thud! The impact was brutal, and the car trembled under the force of the blow. Instantly, a scorching heat invaded the space, causing the air to become dense.

"What a lot of garbage!" The girl who had just opened the door of the last car shouted. His red hair, as living flames, stirred in the wind, and his tone of voice, severe, left no doubt.

A thought, strange but familiar, crossed my mind.

then. My eyes met those of the girl.

Puaj ...

I recognized her instantly and, looking more closely, I noticed the subtle sparks that arose from her gaze.

What does Amelia Hart do here?

[...]

Then, everything fit. The mercenaries were nothing more than murderers, sent to ambush this girl who, at first glance, seemed weak. But in reality, she was the only daughter of one of the three most powerful guilds in the world: dawn. His father, Cyrus Hart, a SS class magician and one of the strongest men on the continent.