I'm an Extra, so What?-Chapter 68: Killing Zombies (2)

"That should be all of them..." Luka muttered under his breath as he took a steadying breath.

He walked around the graveyard, stepping over the fallen zombies, his eyes scanning the area for any sign of life—or unlife.

There was nothing.

"I'm counting this as a success—"

His words were cut off by a sudden, violent thudding sound.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

Luka stopped, eyes narrowing as he looked toward the source of the noise.

His gaze landed on an old tomb, and the banging intensified, echoing throughout the graveyard.

"What the hell...?" He muttered to himself, his brow furrowing.

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He shook his head.

"Whatever. Let's get this over with."

Gripping his Soulreaper dagger tightly, Luka approached.

His steps were silent against the ground as he drew nearer to the tomb.

With a swift motion, he reached out with his free hand and pushed the heavy stone door.

But as soon as the tomb opened slightly, his eyes went wide in disbelief.

"What the!?"

It wasn't a cluster of zombies, like Luka had expected.

No, what emerged from the tomb was far worse.

A single, massive zombie, encased in rusted armor from head to toe.

The undead was grotesque—a hulking mass of rotting flesh and steel, its muscles bulging grotesquely beneath the armor.

With a roar that shook the air around them, it shoved the tomb's entrance wide open, sending chunks of stone flying.

Luka instinctively leaped backward.

"H-Holy shit, that's a big zombie..."

His eyes tracked the towering monstrosity.

It stood a good 5 or 6 feet taller than him.

The zombie's yellowed, bloodshot eyes locked onto him as it let out another earth-shattering roar, its massive form stepping into the open graveyard.

Luka took a deep breath. "Well... I guess this just got a lot more annoying…"

The massive zombie swung both its arms wildly, its decayed limbs crashing through the air with terrifying force.

Each strike was like a blunt hammer aiming to crush anything in its path.

Luka nimbly danced around it, maintaining his distance while his eyes scanned for an opening.

His gaze locked onto two weaknesses—the eyes that gleamed, and the uneven, unsteady feet that shuffled beneath it.

'I'll aim for the eyes', he thought, his muscles tense as he planned his next move.

He sidestepped to the left, barely avoiding the outstretched arm that came dangerously close to slamming into him.

His pulse quickened as the zombie roared in frustration.

With a swift movement—

Luka used his [Quicksilver Reflexes].

In an instant, a decoy image of himself appeared in his place, standing perfectly still.

The zombie, relentless in its pursuit, lunged forward, its giant hands grasping desperately at the decoy.

It passed straight through, and the illusion faded—

It was then—

Luka appeared from the side, his boots crunching against the dirt as he leapt from a nearby gravestone.

His foot cracked the stone beneath him as he launched himself into the air.

Luka aimed his dagger toward the zombie's exposed eye socket.

His leap carried him forward, and with precision, he thrust the blade into the eye, the sound of tearing flesh.

The dagger sank in with a sickening squelch—

The zombie staggered back, its monstrous body faltering slightly.

"…" Luka gritted his teeth in annoyance as he pulled his dagger out and dropped to the ground in a roll, narrowly dodging a heavy arm that came crashing down.

He landed on his feet and quickly spun around to face the zombie.

"Uhhh... hnnnngg... urrrr!"

The zombie, unfazed by the damage, roared and turned back toward him, its focus locked onto him again.

Luka cursed under his breath. "Fuck. I didn't hit the brain."

The zombie charged forward—

Luka dashed behind a row of gravestones, trying to repeat his earlier move—aiming for the eye again.

However…

Crash!

The zombie was too fast—

The gravestones shattered like twigs, chunks of stone flying as the undead burst through them with ease.

"Tch—shit," Luka muttered, creating more distance between them, weaving between corpses and broken stones.

His eyes darted to the ground, making sure he didn't trip over a stray limb.

And that's when it hit him.

'That could work!'

A spark of strategy lit in his mind.

He changed direction slightly, luring the zombie toward a small cluster of bloated corpses strewn across the path.

The zombie took the bait, lunging forward with a roar as its massive arms swung down—

Luka vanished in a blur, [Phantom Step] activating just in time.

He reappeared several feet back, and right then, the zombie—carried by its own weight and speed—stumbled over the corpses, tumbling face-first into the ground with a deafening THUD.

"You dumb undead," Luka chuckled.

Before it could recover, he activated [Phantom Step] again and reappeared directly on its armored back.

He didn't hesitate.

With both hands gripping his Soulreaper dagger, he drove it down into the back of its head—again and again and again.

His arm was a blur of motion, slashing, stabbing, tearing at armor, flesh, and bone, refusing to stop.

Despite multiple hits to the brain, the zombie still writhed beneath him, groaning like a broken machine that didn't know it was "dead" yet.

"Just—die—already!"

Minutes passed…

STAB! STAB! STAB!

Luka kept on going…

The zombie twitched even harder, its fingers clawing at the dirt as it began to push itself back up.

"Just fucking die!" Luka bit his lip.

Then—one final plunge.

His blade drove deep, and at last, the monster stilled. No groans. No movement. Just silence… and the weight of the dead.

[Ding! You have killed a Tank Zombie!]

[+90 XP Earned!]

Luka sat there a moment, catching his breath, the cold air burning his lungs.

A small puff of frost escaped his lips as he exhaled slowly, standing atop the fallen flesh tank.

"…Finally," Luka muttered, stepping off the corpse.

He stretched out his arms as his gaze drifted toward the lights of the village.

"I'm definitely going to get some shuteye before the feast…"