"𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧. 𝙈𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮."
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𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 You reincarnate as a mob(background) character in the main Love Interest's backstory. After barely escaping your fateful death, you are plun...
(CONTENT WARNING!) Brief Graphic Depictions of Violence
"Boss, watch out-"
Too late. Your fist connected to Freckles's smug face and sent him flying into a nearby pastry stall; a trail of smoke was left behind. A donut fell onto one of Freckles's horns. Sorry, I'll clean that up later. Soon after came a wave of gasps from the bystanders. Breathing in deeply, you dusted off your knuckles and surveyed the rest of the gang.
"Wanna take a crack? I'll go easy." You really had no idea how much mana you just wasted; these kids aren't the type to back down, and you need to conserve as much mana as possible.
"RAGH!!!" One fool yelled. He was a big one, too. With thin horns, a short tail, and much gusto he lunged. Fists raised, you brace yourself for impact.
*CRASH!* The big guy almost knocked you over, but you stood your ground. Big Guy went tumbling down Main Street; another kid ran after him. The Tuere spell nullifies only a few hits, and you felt the yellow energy enveloping you waver. But there's no need to worry as the delinquents finally seemed to back down.
"Aww! She took out Boulder! No fair, she's cheating!" One of the smarter kids whined. I guess magic is kinda cheating, but I'm only human. I have to level the playing field somehow.
"If I'm cheating, then why bother fighting me?" You fold your dirtied arms. "I won't chase you or anything. Just leave." You make a batting motion toward the orphanage. "You're gonna have to explain a lot to poor Old Henson."
With many groans and a few curses, the delinquents dispersed. Soon after the bystanders left, but you heard some... interesting tidbits from them.
"Pah! Those orphans, how uncivilized." A haughty rich woman scoffed.
A girl about your age laughed. "That's why they're orphans; No one wants them!"
Damn. No wonder the kids are so moody. Eat the rich, I guess. You thought bitterly.
Speaking of class divisions between the rich and the poor, the pastry stall still had to be repaired! You rushed over to Forger's stall first and helped him to his feet.
"Thank you, miss. Tell Henson I sent you my regards." Forger pointed to the parchment in your pocket.
"I will, thank you." You looked around. "I think you should close up shop now." The festival had ended, and Forger should go rest.
"I will. Thank you again for defending me."
You waved goodbye to Old Forger and made a run for the pastry stall, almost tripping on the loose bricks. A shrill cracking sound signaled that your Tuere spell wore off. The once-lively Main Street was now practically a ghost town; not a soul in sight. You could have sworn that you heard rustling in the bushes. Did the fight scare everyone off?
As you arrived at the stall, your thoughts ran wild. I hope I have enough mana to fix this. God, why did I do that? I should have-
"FINALLY!"
Freckles pounced onto you from the ruined pastry stall, his talon-like nails digging into your skin. Your head ricocheted off the street; your vision doubled.
"I finally have you all to myself!" Freckles' face was no longer the same snarling, acne-covered face that had been the butt of many jokes, but was now more akin to a monster. His eyes pierced you with the rage(?) of a beast. All of a sudden, his razor-sharp teeth were a lot more intimidating up close.
A warm substance dripped from your shoulder. Oh, god. Is this it? Sharp pain then erupted from your back.
You screamed.
Numbness radiated from your skull.
You stopped to save your breath.
"Sh-shut up. There's no more magic bullshit you can pull." Freckles growled as he pinned you to the ground. That's not entirely true.
"What do you want from me?!" You tried to see if you could bargain with him. "I can give you-"
"JUST SHUT UP!" He wouldn't listen to your pleas. You heard a rustle a few feet away. "The only thing I want is to-"
"Hello!" A boy around the same age as Freckles appeared out of seemingly nowhere. The young man was dressed in traveler's garb, and he carried a leather bag. His mocha-colored hair covered his eyes as he conjured a glowing purple sphere from his tanned palm. "May I ask why the fuck youhave her pinned down like that?"
"Stay out of this! I'll kill-"
He never finished his sentence. The stranger recited a spell; Evanescet. You had never heard of the spell until now; not even the HSV manhwa mentioned it.
An ultramarine laser pierced Freckles' side and with that, he vanished without a trace. You shot up in fear, ignoring the throbbing pain in your head. How powerful is this guy?!
"Stay still." The young man commanded. He pulled out some bandages and some... wine? Oh, right. Alcohol for cleaning wounds.
"You're pretty beat up." He said bluntly as he wrapped bandages around your shoulder. "What happened between you and that bastard?"
"I... I don't really know." You thought deeply. Freckles and you rarely interacted one-on-one, so there was no real reason he would try to kill you. Unless..?
Forget it. The idea that something worse almost happened made you want to hurl. Besides, you should be more concerned about how you would excuse Freckles' absence to Henson. And you really should fix the stall now-
The stranger flicked your forehead. "All better now! And don't worry about the stall, I fixed it while you were zoned out." His unusually chipper voice spoke. "Go back to Hen- I mean your home and if anyone asks, Bastard ran off."
And with that, the stranger went back the way he came; a flicker of violet surrounded him as he vanished.
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