[Lucky Overpowered] — I Became a Background Character Meant to Die in the Game’s Opening, But Now I’m Overpowered and Fighting to Save My All-Time Favorite Alchemist Heroine - Episode 7

“Gah!?”

It felt like something was crawling up my esophagus, just like when you’re about to vomit. When I finally did, everything in front of me turned red. Bl00d. Had I… vomited up that much bl00d?

“Urgh!?”

The impact from the horned rabbit’s charge knocked me flat on my back, and again, I vomited—this time even more bl00d than before.

Doubling over made me instinctively glance down at my stomach.

“Ugh…!”

Half of the horned rabbit’s sharp horn was buried deep in my abdomen.

The rabbit thrashed violently—either trying to pull its horn out or drive it in deeper and tear me apart from the inside.

“AaaaAAAAAAHHHHH!!”

Driven by pure terror, I brought my dagger down on the horned rabbit with my right hand.

I wasn’t trying to slay it. I wasn’t thinking at all. I just acted—driven by fear.

The dagger pierced clean through from its back to its belly. In the next instant, the horned rabbit vanished in a puff of white smoke.

“I… I killed it…? Ah…”

With the rabbit gone, the gaping wound in my abdomen came into full view. Bl00d was oozing steadily from it. Maybe not a fatal amount on its own, but it wasn’t showing any sign of stopping.

“Right… the potion…”

I pulled a vial from the backpack on my shoulders, yanked the cork out, and poured its contents over the wound.

A soft green light glowed faintly as the gash slowly tightened and closed.

“Haaah…”

Relief washed over me, and I let out a breath that stank of iron. I wasn’t exaggerating—I really thought I was going to die.

Thank god for Lise… It’s because she made me carry this beginner’s potion that I’m still alive. If she hadn’t—I’d be dead.

“Pft. Haaah…”

I spit out bloody saliva and let out another iron-laced sigh. This time, one of frustration.

Sure, I reincarnated as a mob character. I never thought I was strong. But to think I’d get humiliated this badly by a low-tier horned rabbit on the first floor?

If this were a game, the damage from a horned rabbit would only be, like, two or three points. So why am I already on the verge of death?

In a game, all I had to do was wait for my turn. Then, I could choose a command and the character would carry it out, no questions asked.

But this isn’t a game world. It just looks like one—this is real.

There’s no such thing as “waiting for your turn.” A bad hit could easily kill you.

And if I don’t take the initiative… nothing will ever happen.

I froze in fear of the horned rabbit. That had nothing to do with me being a mob character. I lost because I let fear win.

If I keep going like this, I won’t just fail to support Lise—I’ll be dead weight. And that… I can’t stand that!

“I can’t stay like this…”

I want to change. But this is one of those things… I’ll just have to get used to it myself.

“I’ll do it…! I will do it!”

Lise will keep growing—she’ll leave me behind if I don’t keep up. I want to support her.

But supporting her isn’t enough.

I need to become someone who can stand proudly beside her.

No more excuses. No more hiding behind “I’m just a mob character.”

She’s my favorite, isn’t she? The girl I fell for? Then dammit—protect her with your own hands, you coward!

“Hah!”

I rose to my feet. My clothes were torn and soaked in bl00d. I felt dizzy from bl00d loss.

But none of that mattered. My resolve was unshakable.

“I’ll do it! I won’t ever let Lise be alone again!”

In the game, Lise had always been all by herself. I will be the one to save her.

But I can’t do that if I’m a burden. I have to become someone she can rely on.

I drew an arrow from the quiver on my back and loosely nocked it to my bow.

First, I need to be able to defeat a horned rabbit. Remember the training.

“Haaah… fuuuh…”

I took a deep breath and steeled my nerves, stepping forward into the pale dungeon corridor.

Soon enough, I spotted my target.

A horned rabbit—the weakest monster in the dungeon, with a sharp horn growing from its forehead.

I raised my bow swiftly. At the same moment, the rabbit seemed to hear something and bolted straight toward me at full speed. About eight meters left.

“Fuuuuh…!”

I exhaled, held my breath, and focused—then let the arrow fly.

The shot hit dead-on, as if it were drawn to the target.

The horned rabbit was blasted backward and vanished in a puff of white smoke.

Maybe it was my renewed resolve. Maybe nearly dying had helped me shake off the nerves. Either way, I kept going, picking off horned rabbits with over 80% accuracy.

Even when I missed a shot, I was able to deal with them using my dagger. I still got hurt sometimes, but compared to that first fight, I was a whole new person.

At the very least, I wasn’t frozen in fear anymore.

I’m getting stronger, bit by bit!

As I picked up the palm-sized fur pelts dropped by the horned rabbits, I repeatedly reaffirmed my resolve—turning it into a belief that could never be shaken.