Surviving As An Extra In Fantasy World Isn't Easy-Chapter 28 :Too Much Of A Coincidence

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Name: Frederick Frost

Species:Transcended Human 𝚋ｅｄ𝚗𝚘𝚟ｅ𝚕．𝚗ｅｔ

Bloodline Grade:Platinium

Level: 3-Star

Combat Ability:E-

Strength: 3-star -

Agility: 2-star-

Stamina:3-star

Perception: 2-star-

Magic Power: 3-star-

[Profession]

Spearmanship Level:Advanced

<Skills>

None

< Arts>

[Frost's Spear Art],[Frost Martial's Art],[God Spear Art<Locked>]

<Blessing>

Blessing Of Thunder God

<Guardian Spirit>

Thunder Loch[Unawakened]

[Bloodline Ability]:<Time Dilation>

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Frederick nodded in satisfaction seeing his status. He exited the temple beside the infirmary and made his way back to the dorm while thinking about the recent encounter.

"Strange."

"There's something in him that gives me a weird familiar feeling."

"By the way, why the hell did he look so frightened?"

"His expression became pale when I greeted him as if I was a monster."

"It felt awkward and embarrassing."Frederick scratched his head.

[Maybe he thinks you are troublesome.]

A deep heavy voice reverberated in his mind.

"What do you mean by troublesome?"

[He might be feeling that tagging along with you might bring him trouble or so. Since he is a commoner, I don't think he is biased about your status and rumours. Moreover, I did not feel any hate for you coming for him.]

[And about the strange feeling. Frederick, something feels out of place.]

Frederick raised his brows. Being curious, he asked his partner about it.

"Did you notice anything amiss?"

[Not sure how to phrase it but his body and soul seem to be discordant with one another.]

"Ehh….why?"

"Does he have a soul injury?"

[All of this is just an assumption. I am still at a rudimentary stage. So, I might be wrong. My senses are already dull due to being a deadweight for several eons.]

[I felt his vessels being clogged. Perhaps, he had some trouble during the awakening process.]

"Hmm!"

Calm and collected, Frederick peeked outside the window in the hallway.

There was a hint of loneliness in his eyes when he stared up at the night sky.

Most of the nobles enter the academy mainly for two reasons.

To make connections and find underlings.

While others wanted to prove themselves in the battle of a succession of their house and outwit the pre-decided heirs.

Contrary to them, what Frederick scoured for was some sincere friends.

Friends that could spit facts on his face when he takes any wrong path and he could leave his back to them.

Gazing at the sky where there was only a full bright moon without the company of stars, he spoke with a hint of despondency"Do you also feel lonely?"

"Do you also miss the company of stars around you?"

Silence prevailed for a moment.

Frederick sighed and walked back.

He wanted to become closer to them and walk alongside them, however, he doesn't remember them. He had only a vague resemblance and obscure memories of their existence.

On top of that, he fears.

Fear of changing the predetermined flow which might lead to more disastrous outcomes.

An unseen outcome that might be precarious not only for himself but for the world....

.....

"Damn man!"

"You stay in the Leader quarters with the best facilities available at your disposal. You have a whole floor with a gymnasium so why do you have to train publicly."

Most of the rankers generally practice in their private training chambers because they believe it would be detrimental for them if some see them training and discern their weakness.

Minuscule things like these interactions are skipped in the novel and these microscopic things might call forth macroscopic changes in the whole plot.

Lucas did not fear the change of plot because his presence might have already changed the plot and he had no qualms about interacting with Frederick.

The Mc's may be calamity magnets but as said, fortune lies in calamity, he could use him to hoard a ton of resources however the time was not ripe.

He needs to be in 2-Star or at least 1-Star peak so that he could protect himself in case of any trouble.

However, that was not the real reason.

The truth was, he was afraid of Frederick's spear. It was said to be a weapon of the Gods. An artifact with an ego that is as knowledgeable as a sage.

What if the spear was able to detect that he was not of this world?

Then he would be doomed. Though he doubts this, he did not want to take risks too early.

"This meeting might prove crucial. If he does not find anything odd after this, I can finally take a breath of relief."

Lucas, who was wondering what Frederick might be thinking, stopped in his tracks when he saw a letter and package from him.

"Letter...who sent letters in this era."

Lucas laughed wondering about the sender but his expression changed when he saw the name of the sender.

[From a worried and pitiful mother to her lovely and dear son.]

"Mo...Mother..."

Words struck in his throat as he saw the recipient.

He stood there blankly with a dazed expression.

His parents... although they are not the same people whom he used to know, just the word parent brought him many uncountable emotions.

He had been avoiding this topic by keeping himself busy but he knew he needed to confront them one day.

He picked up the luggage and stepped inside wondering how they would react when they come to learn that he is not their son.

Lucas remembers reading certain novels where parents could discern the changes in their children.

After all, one can copy the appearance and voice but minute habits never go unnoticed in a parent's eyes.

What if they could tell that he is not their Lucas and report him to church?

A heavy silence lingered in the room.

The atmosphere felt heavy and Lucas felt his shoulder drooping down due to tension.

He kept the letter aside carefully and opened the package.

Inside the package, he found a long stick-like thing wrapped in bubble wrap.

"What is this?"

On unwrapping the bubble wrap, his eyes broadened.

He got up from his seat with astonishment.

"This...a sword and D rank on top of that."

He exclaimed in joy.

He searched for the price of swords.

F-rank swords usually cost around 20000R so this D-rank sword must be around a hundred thousand.

"Although it makes me happy, it also weighs down on my guilt. The more they love me, the more guilt I will feel."

With a sigh, he put it beside him and read the contents of the letter.

[Son, if you are reading this then I want you to know that I am angry..Very very angry..]

Lucas's expression darkened upon reading the first sentence. If this was the text he would have received from his mother, he would already start to tremble.

[Son, how can you do this to your poor mother? For the past 17 years, I have taken care of you. There had not been a single day when you disappeared from my eyes. However, I have not seen your face since 20th April. How can you do this? Your phone is switched off and there are no calls from your side.]

[I am not able to eat and sleep properly so if you received this letter please reply as quickly as possible.]

The handwriting of the next sentences changed which made him wonder if this was his father.

[Son, I request you to please call back or give me a text message. If you don't call back by May 20, you will find your mother standing before the academy so, please do what she says if you don't want to be embarrassed.]

[We miss you a lot and the house fills empty without you. If you don't find it comfortable or have any troubles please tell us and don't take any wrong steps due to any pressure. If you don't like it just drop out of the Academy. There is no need to burden yourself by being fixated on graduating from the academy. There is life beyond the academy.]

DRIP!

A small tear unknowingly leaked from his eyes and fell on the letter. Lucas subconsciously held the letter tightly as if it was a priceless treasure.

Lucas wiped his eyes and read the letter once again.

His heart thumped wildly against his chest and his breathing became rough.

Emotions that cannot be said welled in his heart however there was something more than sadness.

Anger….Lucas felt his blood boiling and he clenched his fist tightly.

His expression darkened and his eyes became as dark as an abyss.

If he looked like a zombie before, now he looked like a demon crawling out of the abyss.

"How is this possible?"

"Is this the joke of fate?"

At first, it did not click in his mind but as he went over it again he was sure...

The handwriting of his mother and father from his previous world is similar to this.

"Why...Why...."

"Why is the handwriting the same? Have I made a mistake in identifying the handwriting or is this an illusion?"

"Fate...just what are you playing at."

"Same name and same handwriting, this can't be a coincidence.I don't remember their faces but if their faces also turned out to be the same…"

"I don't know which bastard work is but one day…..I will surely come looking for you and have my answers.If I don't get a satisfactory answer to all my questions I swear I would not hesitate to flip this world apart irrespective of the cost."

He wanted to visit the Temple at the academy and look for Goddess Rebecca.

However, what if she was unaware of his transmigration and finds out about it after he speaks to her?

What if the tag of a heretic was attached upon him by Goddess.

"Calm down..."

Lucas soothed himself and, staring at the letter again, tried to think as positively as possible.

"Maybe this thing can lessen my guilt and help me to accept them easily."

The letter clearly shows just how much the parents of the original owner love him. They don't even care about his grades or his performance in the academy.

"Fortunately, I had brought the pillow which has reduced the nightmares."

Feeling his mind burdened by this, he decided to use the pillow.

"I can't go on like this. I need to increase my effort. Once I got a bit stronger I could use the knowledge of future events to build connections and get stronger faster.I need to build my own force."

"A force filled with maniacs that wouldn't hesitate to topple the world on my commands."

Lucas let himself fall on the bed and muttered while staring at the ceiling with a dazed expression.

"Good night Lucas and I hope you don't have nightmares again.You just need to do your best."

He wished himself

Since there was no one to wish him.