Surviving As An Extra In Fantasy World Isn't Easy

79 Chapter 79:Lucas's Resume

Piles of junk pieces were laid on the table.

James froze, noticing something strange among the chunks. Staring at the thing too deeply, a hint of bashfulness appeared over his face. Unbeknownst to him, a pair of cold gazes landed on him giving him chills.

Averting his gaze, he looked the other side and even exhaled deeply"It's too hot today."

'Bastard..'

"James."

"Yes, Lucas.."James responded strangely.

"How old are you?"

"31..29.."

Lucas' piercing gaze intensified, giving James a feeling of being stabbed multiple times.

"For a young healthy man, to be acting embarrassed like this. Aren't you ashamed?"

"In an age, where one is as vigorous as a horse and as strong as an ox, why the hell are you looking at this piece of trash like an impotent guy?"Lucas screamed in dismay.

The things scattered over the table were obtained from the storage ring from the omen's cannon fodders.

There were many useful things here along with some shits...

'What a lustful asshole.Who the hell carries aphrodisiacs, women's clothes, medicine, and things like this in storage.'

Previously, Lucas pitied the man for getting killed by him in such a manner. But now, he felt that dying like this was rather too easy.

Instead of having potions and pills for healing, he had things used for adults.

"If people like you were not eager to die by joining Omen, it wouldn't have grown to this extent."

Speaking lightly, he glared at James.

A grown-up man like him was acting like a newly married bashful girl..No even girls don't act like that nowadays.

"James, stop day-dilling and look at these things."

Aside from those, Omen's research was quite advanced. Since it focuses on diverting people into the wrong path by grasping the weaker ones, it needs to provide them with various means and use them effectively.

Lucas picked a small orb that perfectly fit in his hands. A mini grenade. Once activated it takes 15 seconds to detonate.

There were also mini chain balls that had enough firepower to destroy a room.

The mines were also at an advanced level. Each of these things was quite advanced. If only, a good researcher could invent something like this.

However, one can't blame them. Because the higher nobles pressurize researchers to stop inventing things for lower ranks and commoners and force them to make something good for them.

Many think it's a waste of time if the product is aimed at lower ends.

'This world is too biased on classes that are halting the advancement of science in weapons.'

James's orb armour became a hot sell among the lower audience because there were no competitors.

"Listen, James, no matter what, I want these things to be replicated," Lucas ordered sternly.

"But Lucas, don't we need permission? Making a gun or two was not a problem but since you want this to be mass-produced, we might be caught for illegal weapon manufacturing."James advised solemnly.

"I know, I already had plans for this. I will be submitting a license form under Frost Household."

"F...Frost...How did you get entangled with Duke House."James freaked out.

To his question, Lucas simply smiled gently but in James's eyes, it looked like a Devil smiling after trapping the prey.

Naturally, making weapons using Frost's authority is not a small matter, needing one to fork out a large chunk of shares to them, however...

'Who told that bastard to owe him a favor?'

'In the future, I will make sure to properly grasp all the favors. There is still Charles. I will also squeeze him dry later.'

'Hehehehh!'

Seeing Lucas laughing inwardly, James took a step back in fear.

'Devil, I sold my soul to the Devil. I shouldn't have signed a contract with this guy. Under the mask of kindness, lies a fearsome monster.'

'This piece of shit might really sell all my organs if I die one day.'

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The meeting date of the appointment drew near. Lucas made sure to check his conduct while drafting the way he will present himself.

Preparing thoroughly, Lucas walked to the Personal Space of the Student Council President.

The President and Vice President had separate dwellings and were allowed to have servants. It was a privilege granted to them since they had authority rivaling that of a Professor in Horizon.

"Thank God, it is a separate place. I don't want to step into the third year now."

Wearing a clean suit and taking long strides, Lucas arrived at the President's building.

The part of the compound was relatively small and situated on the Eastern Part of the academy surrounded by a miniature training ground and gardens filled with lovely glowing flowers.

It is a high-end, modern building constructed with reinforced material over which white marble was placed as further decoration. With its white, pristine walls and wide windows, it looked beautiful in the summer, contrasted by greenery all around.

Before the door, the maids that stood stopped him.

Without needing to say much, Lucas thus handed the invitation letter. The maid checked it and then made a small call.

Lucas stood aside politely waiting for further instructions.

A lady who seemed to be quite bigger than the other two appeared.

"Hello, my name is Lyria."

"President Julian is waiting for you in the garden."

Lucas's expression cracked a bit.

"Gar...Garden..."

As per his knowledge, the interview should have taken place in the office so inwardly he was shocked.

Moreover, the garden can be said to be a private place where Julian mostly enjoys her tea when she gets the time, and except for Rose along with a selected few none got this opportunity.

Feeling stifling inside, Lucas just nodded and followed behind her.

Lucas marvelled at the place as gentle soft winds carrying petals of flowers went past him. His gaze fell on a few trees having small leaves of various colours similar to cherry blossoms.

"Just wait for a moment."

Nodding his head Lucas wondered,

'Having tea in such a place eases one heart.'

While Lucas was engrossed in admiring the scenery, he snapped out of his thoughts hearing a cold voice from behind.

"Lucas Bright..."

Lucas turned his head and met with a pair of red eyes that sent shivers down his spine. The bloody eyes conveyed the feeling of cruelty and bloodthirstiness in one heart.

Many people believe that people with crimson eyes are unfit for human emotion.

'Now that I remember this, even Mr.Harris had crimson eyes but his eyes seemed to be darkened.'Muttering inwardly, Lucas took a small peek.

She wore a black T-Shirt with leather armour on top of it with tight-fit jeans. Noticing her rolled sleeve and disarrayed hair, he was sure she was training.

Not wasting any time, Lucas kneeled on one knee and bows his head to greet her.

"Your Highne…Highness this humble one greets The Princess."

"May the blessing of citizens of the Empire shine on you."

He stuttered, giving one impression of being nervous and anxious which made it hard for the other side to discern whether it was an act or not.

Lucas had already grasped a way to control his emotions. He was a little nervous and restless but he did not suppress it.

Sometimes, you need to fake it while sometimes you need to present your true self.

"Lucas Bright, nice to meet you. You can stand up now, no need to put up a ceremony."

"And also please address me as President. If you are uncomfortable with that just address me as Senior."Julian spoke warmly waving her hand.

Lucas could feel her piercing stare even without looking. She was thoroughly observing him.

Though he was nervous, he was also a bit relaxed because he did not need to show a perfect attitude.

Sometimes having flaws, and appearing weak can lessen the other guard.

No matter what as long as he can hold her curiosity and work under her, she will surely find him useful in one way or another.

He just needs to present himself as a trustworthy guy.

On lifting his chin, as his golden met with her crimson ruby eyes, his back tingled with horror.

An electrifying sensation coursed through his body for a moment making him flinch back.

"There is a strange suffocation around the President so pardon my offense," Lucas averting his gaze, stood up looking down.

'Those eyes are dangerous. Even Frederick was overwhelmed by the ferocity when he met her for the first time. It makes one freeze.'

"It's okay," She replied indifferently but there was a change in her expression, making her voice rasp a bit.

"Come, have a cup of tea with me."Julian, then moved towards the table.

"Uhh...That would be too much. I don't have the right to share the same table as the President."Lucas refuted gently.

"Who decided that?"She muttered, halting her steps.

"President, you know it better than anyone else. Your aura is too dazzling for me."Lucas answered sharply.

This time Lucas raised his eyes staring straight into her eye, startling her a bit.

"Boldddd!"A servant at the side shouted but stopped seeing Julian raising her hand.

"I understand," Julian spoke softly, giving Lucas an understanding look.

Lucas wiped off the bead of sweat on his forehead while screaming inwardly. The icy aura around Julian that suppressed Lucas disappeared.

Julian's soft voice lacked coldness which made Lucas sure that her initial expression of him can be said to be favorable.

'Let's finish this thing and get out here.'

"President, may I know the reason why you have used your precious time and invited me here?"

Julian's brows creased along with the servants around her.

"You don't know."Her tone was a bit threatening, making Lucas shrink back.

"President, actually I don't know who messed with me but I have not applied for the secretary post. With my meager performance do I stand a chance in this so why did I dare?"

Julian faced Lucas's questioning gaze and raised her brows.

"Bring it."

A servant moved forward hurriedly and passed Lucas a piece of neatly folded paper.

"Read it."

Lucas glanced at Julian and then at the paper feeling a bad premonition.

Lucas took the paper and as soon as his eyes fell on the contents, his head exploded.

He can even see chunks of his brain flying away.

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Name:Lucas Bright

1st Year

[Qualification]

Does not Matter.