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…'

Rey wasn't done with

much damage it can

his foot on the ground and waited for the blow

time I'm intentionally taking a hit

he had Skills that could

still

before got killed, or

in such a

time, he was

genuinely want to

the distance between it and Rey within a

~SWISH!~

baggy shirt, and his eyes instantly widened

I have been

his decision to stand still. It had backfired in

because he was hurt in any

a scratch was

for his current distress was something far more

It was…

favorite shirt!

felt

hadn't been paying attention to what happened to his outfits too much since his defenses always ensured he would never

had worn this current shirt because he felt great today, and now it

it's all YOUR fault!' Rey glared

the bloodlust that

skin stand, and all of its instincts told it to run—flee as fast

around the NightWolf as

Rey yelled, but the NightWolf

busy following its internal

suddenly took a

~ZZZTTZZ!~

asked

body as he activated the same Skill that the

Skill called

weak Skill, though its base damage output

the Skill considerably

the user's speed and strength—though not

a 25

weakling like the NightWolf, that number wasn't a

someone like Rey…

a weakling like the NightWolf, that

for someone like

~WHOOOSH!!~