Extra's Rise In Hollywood: I Can Gain Character Skills

The man's gaze locked onto Liam, his expression hinting at his condescension.

He let out a loud, laugh that echoed through the set.

"Is that the kid you want to replace me with, Charles?" he sneered, gesturing toward Liam with a dismissive wave of his hand. "Hahaha, Director Charles, you can't be serious."

Liam's expression remained neutral, his attention clearly not on the man.

Seeing that Charles was silent, the man got bolder and continued.

"He barely has hair on his armpits, and you want him to handle the difficult scenes? Come on! Be real. Cares need real men, not some random extra."

"Otherwise, why would you hire me in the first place? Just get some random person to do it, not everyone who can drive a car can pull the scenes you want off," He continued.

Charles remained calm, his arms crossed, watching the man with an unchanging expression.

The gruff man was still not finished talking and pressed on.

"Look, I get it. I was late. But I had a reason."

"A beautiful chick I was hanging out with had an emergency. I couldn't just leave her stranded, right? I had to drop her off. You understand, don't you Charles?"

Charles's eyes narrowed slightly, but his face stayed impassive.

When the man finally finished his whining, Charles tilted his head slightly and spoke in a cool, tone.

"Are you done?"

The man faltered for a moment, his grin slipping. "Uh, yeah… I'm done."

"Good," Charles replied, his tone sharp.

"Like I said earlier, I don't... care." He emphasized each word as if explaining something painfully simple.

The gruff man blinked, seemingly unsure how to respond.

He sighed dramatically, shrugging his shoulders.

"Alright, fine. I get it. But let me tell you something—you're going to regret this. At least let me watch and see how this kid does." He glanced at Liam, his lips curling into a smirk. "I don't believe for a second he can pull off what I do."

Charles waved a dismissive hand. "Do as you want," he said, his tone uninterested. "Just don't disrupt the shoot. If you make a scene, you won't like the consequences."

The man scoffed but stepped back, leaning against a wall with his arms crossed and a mocking grin on his face.

Charles turned away, giving orders to the crew to prepare for the next scene.

Meanwhile, Liam stood by the car, his focus was somewhere else. He wasn't paying attention to the gruff man or even to Charles's words.

His mind was preoccupied with something far more urgent.

[Ding! Performance has been analyzed.]

Skill: Advanced Driving Skills

Ability Status: 25%

Liam frowned slightly, a swirl of thoughts filling his head.

'What the hell does that mean?'

As if in response to his confusion, a flood of knowledge surged into his mind—detailed information about cars, driving techniques, and the hidden differences between manual and automatic vehicles.

'So the more I act like a real driver, the better my performance reward will be,' he realized. The system's analysis rewarded him for how good his acting was in the role, and it was already showing.

His Advanced Driving Skills had jumped from 0% to 25%.

Liam flexed his fingers, he could sense that his movements, posture, and instincts behind the wheel were all sharper, as though he'd been honing them for years.

This wasn't just memorization of the skill—it felt real as if he had been doing it for years.

As the crew finished setting up the scene, Charles approached Liam.

"Alright,"

He said pointing towards the BMW M5 CS parked nearby. "This scene's more technical. You'll execute a high-speed drift into a narrow alley, then brake sharply while narrowly avoiding a pile of crates. Do you think you've got it?"

Liam nodded, his expression calm but determined. "Yes, Director."

Charles raised an eyebrow, glancing at the gruff man still leaning against the wall. The man snorted and shook his head, muttering something to himself. Charles ignored him, turning back to Liam.

"Good. Remember, safety is key. Get in the car and get ready."

Liam slid into the driver's seat, the scent of leather and engine oil enveloping him. His heartbeat was steady, his nerves dulled by the system's guidance.

'Alright,' he thought.

'This man might be furious, but he ain't fast enough.' He chuckled, looking at the man from his mirrors.