Reborn As An Extra : I'm gonna mess up everything

Purpose Of Life

Lortell Mariette stood in the middle of a vast battlefield, a large field that stretched endlessly under the sky. From the southern side, an ominous sight unfolded as waves of monsters began to emerge, their twisted forms charging forward with a ferocity that could shake the bravest of souls. But this was not a job for the faint-hearted—it was a task given to the Third Division, a group feared by all, a group led by Lortell herself.

The field had turned into a gruesome landscape, a land of death and decay. Countless monsters and demons lay strewn across the ground, their bodies lifeless and broken. The air was thick with the stench of blood, a mixture of colors that painted the earth—a deep red from some, a sickly green from others, and even a strange purple that oozed from the more unnatural creatures. It was a macabre scene, yet Lortell walked among the corpses with an air of indifference, her expression as cold and unfeeling as the dead around her.

With each step, her boots crunched over bones and squelched through pools of blood, but she paid no mind to the horror beneath her feet. After a few steps, she stopped and, without a second thought, drove her long red sword into the ground. The blade, stained with the blood of countless enemies, stood firm in the earth as she lifted her gaze to the sky above, her face expressionless.

"Verdes, how many monster waves remain?" Her voice was calm, almost detached, as if she were speaking to herself. But she wasn't alone. Scattered around her were members of the Third Division, each as dangerous and unpredictable as the next.

One of them, a man with unruly green hair and matching eyes, lay atop a pile of monster corpses as if they were nothing more than a bed. His face bore a mischievous grin, a blend of arrogance and charm that made him seem like a troublemaker who thrived in chaos. He casually chewed on a piece of meat, his attitude completely at odds with the carnage around him.

"Dunno," he replied with a lazy shrug, not bothering to lift his head from his grisly bed. "Just kill them till they stop appearing. Who cares how many there are, anyway?" He chuckled at his own joke, the sound of his laughter echoing eerily across the battlefield.

"Don't listen to him, Lady Mariette," a concerned voice called out, cutting through the battlefield's eerie silence. It was a woman, dressed in a nun's costume, but there was something strikingly different about her. She wore a black blindfold that completely covered her eyes, and her skin was as white as a ghost's. Despite her religious garb, an unsettling dark aura radiated from her, as if she was cloaked in shadows.

Her name was Meldia, known far and wide as the Dark Nun. An A-rank awakened, she was one of the most feared criminals in the kingdom. Even the bravest of warriors would tremble at the mere sight of her. But here, in the midst of the Third Division, she was almost like a caretaker, watching over Lortell with a mix of concern and respect.

"You've been fighting for three days straight without any sleep," Meldia continued, her voice filled with worry. "I think you should get some rest before the next wave comes."

Lortell didn't respond immediately. Her gaze remained fixed on the sky, lost in her own thoughts. The seconds ticked by in silence, the air heavy with anticipation. Finally, she spoke, her voice calm but resolute. "No, I can't stop. If we continue at this pace, it will take at least three to four months to finish this."

She placed one hand over her chest, her fingers curling into a tight fist as if she were holding onto something deep within her. "I've waited nine whole years, and it's about to become ten. Everyone knows me for my strength, but even I have my limits. I can't afford to wait another three or four months. I'll end this in less than two months, and if possible, in just one."

Her words were filled with determination, a burning passion that seemed to light up her usually cold eyes. This was not just a battle for her—it was something far more personal, something she was willing to push herself to the brink for.

Verdes, still lounging on his pile of monster corpses, chuckled at her intensity. "Hehehe... Did our little vampire kiddo find a boyfriend?" he teased, his voice dripping with playful sarcasm.

But before he could say more, Meldia cut him off sharply. "Shh... Don't call her a vampire out here in the open. Who knows who might hear you!"

Verdes rolled his eyes, clearly unbothered by her warning. "What can they do anyway? Protest against the kingdom? We know too many of the kingdom's secrets. Even if the public demands something, the kingdom can't do a thing to our vampire kiddo. Am I right?" He turned to Lortell, waiting for her response, a smirk still playing on his lips.

Lortell stood silently, her gaze fixed on the vast, open sky above her. The field around her was eerily quiet, filled with the lifeless bodies of fallen monsters and demons, but her thoughts were somewhere else entirely. For a brief moment, she seemed lost in her own world, contemplating something far deeper than the battle they had just fought.

Without turning her head, she suddenly spoke, her voice soft and thoughtful, "Verdes, what is your purpose in life?"

Verdes, lounging on a pile of monster corpses as if they were nothing more than cushions, blinked in surprise. The question was unexpected, coming out of nowhere. For a second, he was caught off guard, but then a mischievous smirk spread across his face. "Purpose of life, huh? Never really thought about it, but since you're asking, I guess… I'd like to have a lot of money, buy a big mansion, marry three or four maidens, and have a bunch of kids. Hahaha!" His laughter echoed across the field, carefree and full of life.

Lortell's expression remained unchanged, but she nodded slightly. "Not bad... Not bad at all," she said, her tone carrying a hint of approval.

Curiosity piqued, Verdes tilted his head, his green eyes narrowing slightly. "But why ask?

He paused, and then, in a more casual tone, added, "Now that you've asked about mine, what about you? What's your purpose in life? You've got money, power, status—pretty much everything anyone could want. Is there still something you're looking for?"

Lortell exhaled deeply, her eyes still searching the sky as if looking for something only she could see. "My purpose in life…," she began, her voice growing softer, almost as if she was speaking to herself. "I already found it… more than nine years ago."

Her words trailed off, filled with a deep, unspoken emotion. As she spoke, memories from her past began to surface, moments she had buried deep within her heart. The first time she had fallen in love, the overwhelming feelings that had driven her to become the person she was today—it all came rushing back.