Surviving As An Extra In Fantasy World Isn't Easy

Chapter 82 82:Club

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"Lu… Lucas, what the fuck did you do?"

"How did you become the Fairy Princess's Secretary, and why the hell am I forcibly put to work as a floor and toilet cleaner."

"For god's sake, I am a student, not a janitor." Parth cried in disbelief.

As soon as he returned, he was dragged by student council members and was given the job to cleaning toilets. If he didn't comply with the order, his AP would be deducted.

Lucas, stretching his body, answered with a saddened face without glancing at Parth.

"As an avid novel reader, I wanted someone to write a story named The Academy Janitor, but alas my wish remained a wish until today."

Lucas raised his head. Staring at the ceiling, his eyes glowed.

"That's when the fairy descended asking me to make a wish, so I told her about my long-forgotten dream."

"My heart burned with passion thinking about a secret assassin working as a janitor who would be fighting against crime secretly.

Lucas then exclaimed in joy" So Parth, who can be better than you to play this role."

Pfft!

Parth being stabbed so ruthlessly, spurting a mouthful of saliva, fell on the floor clutching his heart.

Pfftttttt!

Roan and Frederick burst into laughter. They laughed their ass off until they heard the news that the few students who were kidnapped had been rescued by PSB in an abandoned site.

The atmosphere became solemn as everyone glanced around.

Lucas's eyes turned sharp and a hint of wariness glinted in his eyes.

Charles was rescued similarly, after which he changed.

Previously, even if he acted like a jerk, he still had a bit of humanity, but after this, he turned into an emotionless puppet doing everything to achieve his goal.

'I don't know what happened after they were kidnapped, but I can't ignore this strange happening. I should warn the Princess to keep tabs on those who returned.'

"They are quite unlucky." Frederick massaged his shoulder.

"At least, they were able to live, "Roan muttered.

"Live..... You never know. For a person undergoing psychological torture, the mind might want to live, but the heart is…" Parth did not finish the sentence, but everyone understood what he meant.

Parth stared at the screen having an indifferent look, but one could see the inner turmoil reflected on his face.

"Let's not talk about this. Tell me which club you all are joining," Frederick asked.

After the students returned, Miss Ami announced the opening of clubs and asked them to select one by the end of this week.

Parth jerked his head, and his entire aura changed.

He pulled out a small diary and started to name all the clubs he was interested in.

"I am having trouble choosing, so I will experience every club and then select it." He spoke excitedly, but everyone turned a blind ear.

"I plan to join Artifact Research, "Roan said embarrassingly.

'Good, I did not raise you in vain. Work hard to create good things for me,' Lucas gave Roan thumbs.

"You are joining the Spear Club."

"You are joining the Sword Club."

Lucas and Frederick spoke simultaneously to each other.

"Woahhhhh! So, in a way, you will be rivals." Parth jumped.

"Maybe." Lucas shrugged his shoulders.

"By the way, it's late, but congrats on getting selected as Secretary of the President."

"Thanks, it's all because of a certain someone." Lucas smiled, turning towards Part who looked up and spoke nonchalantly"It's so cold today."

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Standing before the building, Lucas stared deeply at the insignia, having two swords clashing against one another.

[The Sword Club]

Before he could enter, he glanced around, meeting the stares of some buzzing flies whistling nonchalantly.

Meeting his darker gaze, they could feel that they were being a bother, but ignoring it they just kept on buzzing.

'This is irritating.' Lucas sighed thinking about these thick-skinned guys.

The news about him had already spread around, drawing many curious gazes towards him.

It was not burdening to that extent, nor he fears others looking for trouble. Rather he feels it a waste of time to deal with brats who, instead of training, waste lots of time loitering around and becoming a third wheel.

Most of the students were mocking him. He was fine with this as long as they didn't cross the limit. Moreover, having a bad reputation is much better than getting painted as a saint and then getting pushed by others.

As soon as he stepped in, several gazes, more intense than before, were directed at him once again.

There were many small dojos for small-scale sparring between some hot-blooded youngsters, which was one of the main events of Sword Club.

You can bet, and earn points through betting.

You can also buy sword techniques from the club, which Lucas had been waiting for, but before that, he planned to buy an A-ranked ore to make a sword. This ore was a bit special that can only be found in the academy.That Foxy Vice-Principal restricted his gifted AP. He can only get more AP when he spent 1000 AP.This ensures that he can't spend more than 1000AP gifted to him at once so he can only save his AP and combine it with another one while buying.

Oblivious to the stares, Lucas just shrugged his shoulders and lined up for registration.

The one registering, trying to behave indifferently, sneaked a few glances at him. Lucas did not mind it, rather it was a pity that the person registering was not a girl.

Staring at his face, Lucas could make out his thoughts.

'How did this boy get selected? I am much better than him, and I am a hundred times more handsome than me… Dammit, just what magic did this guy cast on the Princess.'

This is the same thing he heard countless times in the last few days.

About being ugly, he had been stabbed to the point, it had become meaningless…

'Believe me, I don't care anymore.'

'Let's just leave for now.'

"Lucassss...."

Lucas was about to turn around when a loud call reverberated everywhere, startling everyone.

"Damnnnnnnnnnn!" Lucas gnashed his teeth, and tried to run away but…

"Lucas, fight me…"

"Stop it…" Lucas screamed at Helena, chasing after him.

The part of the hall where they stood became quiet. Sensing some kind of disturbance, their curiosity was pricked.

Lucas's eye became as dark as an abyss.

"Helena, I am feeling unwell. I can't fight, so leave me for now." Lucas gritted his teeth.

"Unwell! Just who are you kidding? You looked fine a moment ago."

"I said, I am unwell, so I am unwell." Lucas, waving his hand, turns around, but Helena grabs his shoulder and pulls back.

"Kyakkkk!"

"Helena, for god's sake, don't ruin my purity," Lucas yelled and freeing her hand took a step back as if she were a plague.

Her face darkened.

"You.what did you say?"

Helena's face boiled in anger. Opening her lips, she was about to lash out at Lucas…

CLAP!

"My… My… You two are quite noisy."

"Don't you know any manners, Junior?"

Helena and Lucas's gaze shifted towards a boy walking towards him.

Lucas, wondering who he was, suddenly saw Helena bowing back.

"Sorry, Senior."

"Sorry, Senior."

As Lucas put down his head following Helena's notion, Helena whispered into Lucas's ears faintly.

"He is senior Joyce, he is a 2nd-year student who had been selected as an additional secretary by the Vice President."

Lucas, frowning slightly, raised his brows.

The name sounded a bit familiar. It took a moment for his memory to kick in.

'So, it's that bastard's dog.'

Isaac was also the villain in the story, but he was deeply hidden in the first volume and appeared later.

His actions, instead of being directed at Frederick, were much concerned with Julian. He also wanted to marry Julian for political reasons.

During this time, he pulled strings from behind, trying to get his person to become Julian's secretary. Failing, he tried to pull Rose into his team, but getting rejected, he also started to target her, which involved Frederick later.

'It seems I am in trouble.'

Lucas chuckled, not knowing why he felt oddly excited about this. Maybe because there was a piece of meat falling in his lap to chew later, or because he knew where this was heading."

"Hey, you…."

Lucas stared at Joyce, waiting for him to speak.

"I heard you became the President's Secretary. This is the first time someone became a secretary in the first year."

"That's due to the President being overly magnanimous, accepted this useless one as his secretary," Lucas answered eloquently, making Joyce frown.

"Good… Good…"

"A goose who has not even crawled out from the egg and doesn't even know the immensity of the sky, dares to send his resume."

"Where did you get your guts from?"

"Senior." Helena wanted to help Lucas due to feeling guilty for drawing unwanted attention, but she was stopped by Lucas.

"It was a misunderstanding, senior. Someone wrote a letter in my name and sent it. I don't dare to have such thoughts. You can verify this with the president." Lucas bowed and even lowered himself more, making him look humbler.

"You…" Joyce choked, unable to refute or speak anything.

"Still, you are accepted. That's it."

"I was forced." Lucas refuted.

Joyce was loss of words and shouted.

"You are at the early 2-Star, whereas I am at the peak of the 2-Star. Why don't we have a small spar?"

Joyce grinned as his words sparked everyone's interest.

Lucas, noticing everyone's gaze, his lips curled upwards wider than Joyce's.

"Why not? I would like to be enlightened."

Since the stage had been set, it would be bad to give up such an opportunity to perform.

"Hey blonde head, "Lucas whispered to Helena, startling her.

"Bet your points on me, and make sure to bet when the odds against me are too high."

"What?"