Evil Organization’s Extra Mr. A – Chapter 0

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Xrecker
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Have you ever seen something like that?

While watching TV, special effects shows often aired, stories where Earthlings in skin-tight tights fought as heroes and villains.

The hero and the villain always fought fiercely, but the villain’s underlings usually went down with a single blow from the hero.

“Isn’t that worse than being useless?”

Those were the first words I uttered while watching TV in my single room.

One punch. One kick. One flashy skill.

Whatever the method, the underlings, the extras next to them, usually went down. It was very commonplace. Nobody on the internet seemed to care about those extras.

I couldn’t complain about it, though. Of course, I had no intention of complaining.

A normal, average person wouldn’t observe a random blade of grass and offer their thoughts on it.

So, I chuckled while watching TV, and when my phone rang, I went to work. This was a pretty good job. My superiors managed things, and I’d get a call and head out when needed.

I didn’t need to offer ideas or take on any responsibilities. Of course, even if I offered ideas, they wouldn’t be accepted anyway.

Most importantly, I didn’t need to talk much with my superiors. Was it because my social skills were lacking? Honestly, I suspected my social skills were questionable. Because I hadn’t had any significant social interactions here.

But seeing as I wasn’t ostracized at work and was treated no differently from other employees, there didn’t seem to be a problem. But to say there wasn’t any problem at all was a stretch, since even among colleagues, conversations were sparse….

I digress too much. Returning to the main point, have you ever closely observed those extras I mentioned? If not, I’d tell you that you were perfectly normal. Because….

“Here I come!”

“Uwaaagh!”

A being who collapsed with a single kick from someone in a red suit. Being that inconspicuous extra, whose job started and ended simultaneously, was me.

The difference was, what you saw on TV was a scripted performance, while mine was 100% real, unscripted.

Today, too, I went down with a single punch, and the executive fought in the front, exchanging dazzling beams of light with the enemies.

This was my daily life, this was my reality.

This is the story of me, A, an extra in an evil organization.

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