Surviving As An Extra In Fantasy World Isn't Easy-Chapter 252 :Are You Willing To Bet On Your Limbs?[2]

"So, my dear Frederick. Are you willing to bet on your arms cause I am not only ready but I am prepared enough to bet my life on this fight."

Lucas cast a threatening smile while looking at Frederick's stats using his insight and comparing them to his own. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝓮𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝙢

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Name: Frederick Frost

Species: Human

Bloodline Grade: Diamond

Realm: 4-Star+

Combat Ability: C-

Strength: 4-Star

Agility: 4-Star

Stamina: 5-Star

Perception: 4-Star+

Magic Power: 5-Star-

Name: Lucas Bright

Species: Human

Bloodline Grade: Golden

Realm: 4-Star-

Combat Ability: D+

Strength: 4-Star+

Agility: 5-Star-

Stamina: 4-Star+

Perception: 4-Star+

Magic Power: 4-Star

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At this moment he was not giving any vain threats nor was he being arrogant. He might not be able to defeat him but he won't lose unless Frederick uses the power of his guardian spirit.

Frederick stared at Lucas and smiled, he was about to reply when Lucas made a move.

BOOM!

Frederick raised his hand to defend but surprisingly pushed back.

'Why is he so fast?'

Before Frederick could ask, he saw Lucas's image flashing right before his eyes. His instincts kicked in and he reached immediately and swung his spear but all it hit was empty air knowing Lucas' moves, he rotated his body to strike the spear towards the back.

However, Lucas didn't jump from behind, rather he laid low and kicked Frederick's knees.

Frederick manages to catch Lucas' movement, and he jumps while hitting the spear onto the ground as support, then he jumps again to gain some distance.

Lucas rotated his body and got back on his feet.

"Let's just solve things as men do!" Frederick shouted and took his stance pointing his spear at him.

"Stop giving me those looks. I didn't attack first." Lucas muttered, pulling out the red sword from his storage.

The sword glowed brightly and an overwhelming killing intent radiated from Lucas dyeing the area.

"Since we are near Blood Peach forest, I don't think we will be noticed even if we go all out." Lucas said calmly but his heart was beating wildly.

His blood boiled and his eyes flashed with anticipation.

Frederick and Lucas kicked the ground at the same time creating a crevice.

Leaving behind after images they appeared before one another and swung their weapons at one another unleashing all their strength.

BOOOOM!

Shock waves spread, dust rose and the ground pulverized as the battle went on.

...

After an unknown amount of time, when the screen of dust dissipated, two figures lay on the ground filled with scratches and bruises.

"Haaaa..." Frederick's chest rose up and down as he stared at Lucas as if he were seeing a monster.

"You are stronger."

"Stronger my ass...You didn't use your bloodline ability otherwise I would have been reduced to dust." Lucas spat the blood in his mouth.

"You also didn't use your full power. I know you had many hidden moves."

"I dont. I can only say if we fought to the death or encountered a terrifying situation, I would be less likely to die but that doesn't mean I am strong enough to defeat you this way." Lucas said and then asked,"So, why did you sneak attack me?"

"Just to get back at you for using me as a scapegoat."

"Ohh! So you knew that." Lucas chuckled.

"Hey, I might not be intelligent but I am not brain-dead like Parth."

"Secondly, I knew you could've stopped it. In my eyes, you are invincible."

Lucas was taken aback by hearing Frederick's words to the point he found it hard to maintain his expression.

"So?"

Lucas paused for a moment and pointed at his face.

"From which angle do I look like an invincible guy to you? And if I am, why don't you get under my wings?"

"Do you mean that?" Frederick asked, raising his eyebrows.

"No, I don't want to have a headache from having an incompetent subordinate like you."

"You...."

A thick vein bulged over Frederick's forehead.

"Lucas, at first I was really angry but after thinking it over, I know you don't mean any harm."

"And as I say that I would have saved you if you were in trouble but I felt that there is a 99.99% chance that you are the last guy who would be in trouble so in my mind I have ignored you because I knew you won't die," Frederick spoke sincerely.

Lucas scratched his head wondering where this guy got such a twisted idea.

'Did that spear pile those shits inside his head?'

Seeing Lucas scrutinizing their gaze, Frederick tried to explain with a sigh.

"Though I have lied a lot, I am not an expert liar. And, in a way you are correct. I have not treated anyone as a friend in my heart. Hell, I don't even know true companionship."

Frederick paused a bit feeling a bit of hesitation but decided to speak aloud remembering his brother's sincere advice.

He had a gut feeling that he might regret it later if he let this chance go.

"Except for Rose, whom I have special feelings for, I have always thought of you all as subordinates. And as you know you can't trust someone fully and being someone who has seen many betrayals, I don't like to trust others very much."

"Do you also think you are some hot invincible guy that can take care of everything on his own?" Lucas asked seriously while sitting up.

Frederick flinched back on hearing Lucas' words and averting his gaze, just nodded silently.

Lucas blinked his eyes in surprise while going over things.

'He thought that.'

'You don't trust others. You think of others as your subordinates. Isn't that what people call the protagonist syndrome?'

"Damn, you are sick."

"What?!" Frederick asked with a scream.

"I mean, you are sick, Frederick. You are too conceited." Lucas spoke in an equally louder voice.

Lucas got up and pointed at Frederick's chest, speaking loudly.

"Do you think you are a perfect guy who can't make a mistake? Do you think that your luck is so great that it will always be in your favour? It is good to think that you are strong and mighty but you should have a flexible attitude otherwise when you are defeated, you might find it hard to swallow."

"And about seeing us as your subordinates. There is no problem in doing that but remember one thing. Your subordinates are also humans and humans should be treated as humans. At least you should trust them and step up for them otherwise you would never be a good leader.''

Lucas at this moment clearly understood why Frederick was never able to evolve as a good leader.

In the book, everyone could see him having trouble leading things but his effort to step up and try to unite others was praiseworthy but the results were what mattered.

Even if Frederick won many battles all of them were his effort. There has never been a circumstance where he was able to bring the full fighting force of his men.

And now he knows the reason. This MF doesn't even trust his people which makes it difficult for him to judge his men without any prejudice and help him up.

In a war, the morale and trust of the commander can be a major deciding factor which this guy lacks. As per commanding and strategy, if you are bad at it, you can simply put a man who can do this just like how he favoured Zach Class Battle Royal who was going to become a great Commander in the future.

Frederick exhaled deeply.

"I understand, I need to work hard on many things and Lucas even if there was some friction, I hope we can try to sort out things."

"I also feel so." Lucas mumbled thinking that it was not as if he was affected,"By the way, did you grow conceited after getting that spear? Can I hold it for a bit?"

Frederick raised his brows and stared at Lucas deeply.

"Why?"

"I want to see what kind of spear it is that manages to grow a twerk to this stage. Don't look at me like that, I am not gonna steal it. I don't like spears, they are too troublesome to control.'' Lucas said, shrugging his shoulders.

Frederick pulled out his spear which looked like a simple metallic rod with a circular end and glared at Lucas.

"I got that but did you have to say those last few words?"

Lucas took a deep breath and held the spear while wondering if there would be a backlash.

Knowing the plot, it shouldn't invade his consciousness but who knows what can happen.

The sole reason for holding this spear was to do a test. According to the plot of the book or legend, this thing is a Demi-god artifact refined by a god-level Dwarf during the 2nd Era and only the destined one can lift it, as for others it would be too heavy to lift similar to Thor's hammer in movies.

The moment Frederick let go, Lucas felt a huge weight being tucked into his palms.

His breathing became heavy and he gritted his teeth. His knees bend feeling the weight.

"Holyshit!"

"Why the hell is it too heavy?" Lucas gritted his teeth and squeezed every fiber of his muscles to generate strength to stop it from falling.

Lucas didn't drop it but this was too heavy for him to hold for long and use it.

RING....RING...

Hearing the ring, Lucas dropped the spear that fell with a loud thump and wiping the beads of sweat over his forehead, he took out his phone and saw Miss Ami's name.

Ignoring Frederick's widened gaze, Lucas picked up the call.

"Lucas, come to my office right now. It's urgent."

"Uh..Okay." Lucas glanced at Frederick and spoke.

"Frederick, I have to go. Miss Ami is calling me. See ya."

Lucas turned around and left abruptly leaving Frederick who looked down at the spear and then at Lucas retreating with a flabbergasted expression.

"What the fuck?"

"How was he able to hold it?!" Frederick yelled and as he bent down to grab the spear, he saw the spear was vibrating.

"Am I hallucinating?" Frederick rubbed his eyes and then grabbed the spear.

The moment he held it, his consciousness exploded and became blank and was soon covered with a crimson veil.