I don't want to be Mc, I'm just Extra

Chapter 13

The following day dawned, signaling the start of their second day in this extraordinary new world. It was a period of adjustment, as they had to acclimate to the idea of an extended stay, uncertain when they could return to their familiar realm.

The day progressed much like the previous one, with the Hero and Guardian groups engaging in rigorous training, honing their skills according to their specialized classes. Meanwhile, the Support group delved into the intricacies of trade and commerce, exploring the possibilities of crafting unique products in this mystical land.

In the midst of it all, Raqnid chose a different path. He relished the opportunity to train alone, finding solace in the solitude. Rather than feeling an ounce of sadness, he embraced the chance to experiment with the vast array of skills at his disposal. Earning the coveted title of "Noob Archer" heightened his senses, granting him exceptional vision and the ability to perceive distant targets with his archery prowess. By day, Raqnid honed his archery skills, while the darkness of night allowed him to delve into the shadowy arts of an assassin. Uncertain of his purpose in this foreign realm, he tirelessly explored the depths of his abilities.

However, confined within the palace walls, none of them were permitted to venture beyond the gates. A mandatory three-month training period lay before them, ensuring their readiness to navigate the treacherous trials and adversities of this unforgiving world. King Alex, a responsible and compassionate ruler, exemplified genuine concern for their well-being, appreciating the sacrifices they made to safeguard his kingdom. It was a rare sight to behold, a leader driven by sincere dedication rather than personal ambition or wealth.

Under the cover of night, when sleep claimed the denizens of the palace, Raqnid seized the opportunity to venture into the bustling city, eager to observe the daily lives of its inhabitants. As if torn from the pages of fantastical comic books, the city teemed with hunters embarking on quests to vanquish towering giants. And it wasn't just humans; the populace consisted of a breathtaking array of species—elves, lizardfolk, cat-like beings, and more—each captivating in their own right.

Strolling through the enchanting streets, Raqnid marveled at the diverse array of shops, their shelves adorned with a cornucopia of weapons and shields. Emboldened by his desire to become a hunter, he discreetly sought directions to the renowned Hunter's Guild, his heart brimming with anticipation. With the guidance in mind, he made his way to the guild, moving with caution and attempting to blend into the backdrop of bustling bodies. Uncertainty gripped him as he crossed the threshold, his senses attuned to every potential outcome. Yet, undeterred, he ventured forth, gazing upon the bustling hub of camaraderie, where quests were sought, tales were shared, and feats of strength were showcased. It was a haven of anonymity, a place where his presence slipped by unnoticed amidst the flurry of activity. Slowly but surely, he navigated the labyrinthine path, inching closer to the counter attended by a diligent female employee.

"I wish to enroll as a hunter," Raqnid declared, his voice resolute yet tinged with a hint of nervousness.

The attendant obliged, providing a detailed rundown of the registration requirements—an enrollment fee of 1000 gil and a test to assess his combat prowess. Raqnid agreed, ready to embark on this new journey. However, when the mention of an ID card emerged, he instinctively averted his gaze, a fleeting panic flickering in his eyes. Drawing upon quick thinking to dodge a potentially troublesome situation, he swiftly conjured an excuse.

"Oh, how absent-minded of me!

I have urgent matters to attend to. I shall return at another time to complete the registration," he hurriedly replied, hoping to evade further scrutiny.

To avoid any lingering repercussions, Raqnid hastily made his exit from the premises, barely escaping the clutches of potential trouble. Little did he expect the presence of ID cards even in this fantastical realm. The close call left him shaken but wiser. Returning to the safety of the palace, he sought solace and prepared for the next day, fully aware of the challenges that lay ahead.

And just like that, three months passed in the blink of an eye. The culmination of their training arrived, bringing with it the eagerly awaited moment—a grand display of skills before King Alex and the world beyond. The air was charged with anticipation and excitement, for this was the day that would reveal their true potential to the monarch and beyond.