The Extra's Harem In Dead End Game

I laughed and threw the words out. As if waiting for those words, someone burst out.

"Hey, you bastard! You of all people got a perfect score? Does that make sense? Did you boil the professor with your stinking money? Or was it the teaching assistants? Ah, disgusting bastard."

Dennis the Double Faced.

It was him who had burst out. His eyes were bloodshot as he spewed curses. He seemed to have flipped out from the humiliation of being beaten unexpectedly and falling behind in grades.

But I didn't blink an eye. Instead, I scoffed. There was no need to react to someone so undignified and out of my league. Instead, I shouted.

"Sunny Benesse."

"Huh, huh?"

"Bite."

Sunny seemed to have his brain frozen. I kindly began to explain.

"Didn't I tell you? I hate people who are a nuisance the most."

"…Uh, uh."

"Solve it yourself."

"Ugh!"

Bang.

I kicked Sunny's butt. Sunny's body gained momentum and staggered up to Dennis.

Dennis had an incredulous expression.

"Hey, you bastard! Aren't you coming out?"

"You're just a pig, he's enough for you."

"What, you bastard?"

The angry guy ignored Sunny and rushed toward me. But I couldn't just leave it be.

"Block it."

But Sunny hesitated. It seemed like the fear from being bullied all the time was etched into his bones. Threats alone won't work at times like this.

Knowing this, I took a different approach.

"The spear of Benesse does not weigh grudges, but it does not forget the weight of grace."

The motto of the Benesse family. I knew well what that motto meant to the people of Benesse.

"It's what you said earlier. Remember the weight of grace," I said sternly on purpose.

In other words, I'd owe him one for this, so keep his word.

"Kuk."

The effect was tremendous. Sunny Benesse's eyes changed. More serious than ever. He was definitely timid.

But above that timidity, there was the weight of the family. From his expression, I was sure of it.

Once he uttered the family's oath himself, breaking that oath would tarnish the family's name. In that situation, he was trying to become a warrior of Benesse, something his innate timidity couldn't suppress.

"You're making a fool of yourself," Dennis snorted. "Move, you stuttering bastard!"

He tried to kick Sunny away like an annoying bug. Sunny had always been such an existence. An existence like a worthless bug. But the current Sunny would be different.

"I can't do that."

Thump! Sunny's hand blocked Dennis's foot. Perhaps the first resistance of the bug. From Dennis's reaction, I was sure of it.

"This bastard?"

As if an impossible event had occurred,

Dennis had an incredulous expression. Sunny, too, seemed to be trembling with excitement from his own actions.

"This insolent bastard dares!"

Dennis exploded. He instinctively knew. If he didn't trample him properly here, the food chain that had existed until now could break.

Thorough punishment. That was the only answer.

Whoosh!

The fist heavily cut through the air. An extra, but a notorious one for throwing a punch.

Thud!

"Ugh."

The fist hit Sunny's jaw.

Too weak to even dodge such an attack?

That's not it.

It was because of a lack of experience. A lack of experience in such prideful brawls. Unable to react immediately due to fear and trembling.

"God, you're nothing."

Dennis's momentum rose.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

The fists swung one after another.

Thud. Thud. Thud!

Each time, Sunny's jaw turned. Unstable staggering. But he didn't fall, perhaps due to his toughness.

I clicked my tongue. Indeed, breaking out of the shell of timidity wasn't easy. So I gave him a buff.

"Is that all? Is that how you talk about the weight of grace?"

Flinch.

Sunny's body reacted immediately. I drove the point home.

"Is that the weight of Benesse's grace?"

"No, it's not!"

Sunny shouted loudly and rushed at Dennis for the first time. The raised hand moved in a strange motion.

I knew that movement. The martial arts of Benesse.

Techniques used to subdue opponents without a spear or killing.

Leon Benesse, his younger brother, could easily subdue several mercenary scum with just that technique.

Of course, he wouldn't reach that level.

"But it's pretty good."

There was strength and speed. Just lacking sharpness. Probably because of his personality. Anyway, even if there were shortcomings, it wasn't a force to be ignored.

"This bastard dares?"

Dennis collided strongly, as if it was unbelievable. Still looking down from above, full of contempt. But the martial arts of Benesse were not something that could be underestimated.

Thud! Thud!

For the first time, the sounds of impact rang out simultaneously. Dennis's fist shook Sunny's jaw again, but Sunny's hand also struck Dennis's throat.

"Ke, Keh."

A breathless sound. It's natural to have trouble breathing after being hit in the throat.

Dennis's eyes filled with rage. It was the first time he had been hit by a bug. An intolerable feeling.

"This son of a b*tch!"

"Come on, come at me!"

Finally, a real fight broke out. A brawl without a moment to breathe.

Thud, thud, thud, thud, thud!

Hit, strike, hit, strike, hit, strike.

The street fight was vulgar. But their desperate momentum was real. Because they both had reasons they couldn't lose.

"Hoo hoo hoo… Han."

The two guys faced each other with panting breaths and exhausted bodies. But the difference in expression was stark.

Sunny, still full of determination.

On the other hand, Dennis, whose face was already covered with anxious trembling—it seemed like his mental state was starting to crumble due to more pain than expected and the unexpected strength of the underestimated opponent.

"Let's finish this soon."

As if my words were a signal, Sunny rushed at Dennis. Dennis also gathered his last strength.

"Huaaap!"

"Haat!"

Whoosh! Dennis's high kick cut through the empty air.

And then—

Thud!

Sunny's spinning kick exploded right into Dennis's solar plexus.

"Kuh...!"

Dennis's body flew and crashed to the ground. Sunny didn't miss the opportunity and climbed on top of Dennis. The desperate pounding followed.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Sunny's fists mashed Dennis's face. Blood splattered, and fresh blood flowed from his torn lips. This was no longer a fight. A one-sided slaughter.

"Stop, please stop… I lost, I lost…"

Dennis's plea flowed out.

Like the double personality of Dennis, as soon as the perception that he was less than a potato was ingrained, another personality seemed to pop out like a ghost.

"I won…?"

Sunny's eyes wavered as he stopped punching. It still didn't seem real to him that he had beaten someone, especially Dennis. But one thing was clear.

Something inside him had changed.

"See. Didn't I tell you? That guy is nothing," I said it as if I knew it would happen. "Anyway, I definitely know. The weight of Benesse's grace."

I gave him a firm compliment, as much as I used the family's name.

"Yeah, that's right."

Sunny sighed with relief. His eyes. Unlike before, they definitely had a useful light.

'This would pass as acceptable,' I evaluated.

Of course, a person doesn't transform overnight. But it was clear that he had evolved into someone worth keeping as a team member.