An Extra’s POV

~WHOOSH!~

The NightWolf lunged at Rey with primal ferocity, opening its jaws wide as it desired to rip him to pieces.

'It's faster than I expected…'

Of course, its speed was nowhere close to Rey's, as he easily evaded the beast.

Despite the NightWolf's bony legs and malnutritioned body, it was just as fast as an average Hobgoblin adult.

'I can only imagine how fast it would be if it was in perfect condition.'

Of course, there was no way to find out about that now.

Perhaps he could discover more about the NightWolves if he tried, but Rey genuinely had no real interest in them.

He just wanted to know their Skills.

'I have limited time. In between training myself and experimenting with the Hobs, I don't think I can handle another commitment.'

Besides, the NightWolves were the major source of nutrition for the Hobgoblins. There was no way he could just use them as he pleased.

… Not unless he had some way to substitute them for something else.

'I'm currently broke, and I don't have access to a large quantity of food.'

Since he wanted the Hobs to grow healthy and strong, forgoing the NightWolves was a necessary sacrifice.

'Even this single NightWolf has enough nutrients to feed dozens of Hobs. I have to leave it in good condition after I kill it.'

"GRRRAAAAHHHH!"

The NightWolf charged towards Rey once again, it's eyes now glowing purple for some reason.

'Could it be… a Skill?!'

~BZZTZZZ!~

Crackles of lightning flashed around the NightWolf as it rushed towards Rey.

With its body coated in purple currents, its speed drastically increased, and charred marks appeared around the very ground it trod.

'I see! So that's its Skill…'

Rey wasn't particularly disappointed since he didn't have a lot of high hopes for the NightWolf, to begin with.

'My [Greater Lightning Magic] Skill can do the same, and a lot more too…'

wasn't done with his

see how much damage it

planted his foot on the ground and waited for the blow

time I'm intentionally taking a hit from a

Skills that could come to his aid if he was ever

still

told him to kill before got killed, or harm

in such a zone, he went on

this time, he

want

it and Rey within a

~SWISH!~

baggy shirt, and his eyes instantly

I have been so

regretted his decision to stand still. It had backfired in the most

no, it wasn't because he was hurt

even a scratch was on

his current distress

It was…

favorite shirt!

felt

paying attention to what happened to his outfits too much since his defenses always ensured he would never

because he felt great today,

YOUR fault!' Rey glared at the

bloodlust that

and all of its instincts told it to run—flee

danced around the NightWolf

going?!" Rey yelled, but the NightWolf did not

too busy following its

suddenly took

~ZZZTTZZ!~

asked you

began to dance around Rey's body as

C-Tier Skill called

wasn't a particularly weak Skill, though its base damage

considerably

strength—though not by an extremely crazy

a 25

weakling like the NightWolf,

like Rey… it was

a weakling like the NightWolf, that number

like Rey… it was

~WHOOOSH!!~