An Extra’s POV

~BOOOOOOOMMMM!!!~

The final ceiling shattered apart as the mighty Dragon Commander came forth.

Its glorious form emerged as the sun rose in the darkened sky.

It was breaking dawn, and quite a few people were already outside their houses—either preparing to leave for work, or just taking strolls.

Of course, patrol officers were also present throughout the city, so it was still quite lovely despite being so early in the morning.

So imagine the shock on the faces of the people who had woken up thinking this was just another morning.

Another safe day in the Capital.

… Only to see the personification of death and destruction emerge from the depths of the Dungeon, into the sky above.

All eyes widened in shock… and then horror.

"IT'S A DRAGOOOOOOOONNNN!!!"

Terror filled those cries as people scampered for safety.

No one waited to check what kind of Dragon it was, or if it was so deadly that they had to cease all activities to flee.

To the common man, the distinction between a one-horned Dragon and a three-horned Dragon was nonexistent.

To them, all Dragons meant the same thing.

DEATH!

The glorious dragon flapped its wings and looked around, its body shaking as if it was in a hurry.

Those who could see the beast from where they hid thought that the creature was in a hurry to burn everything to the ground.

Nothing could stop it.

No one could stand against it.

This was the very personification of inevitability.

They could only watch and wait for the time of chaos to arrive.

However, before they could even wait for just a second…

~BOOOOOMM!!~

… They noticed that the Dragon was being attacked.

A brightness illuminated the sky, causing all to see the glory of a certain entity—human in form—standing against the colossal Dragon in the sky.

The world held its breath as they watched in tension.

"N-no way…"

"I-is that…?!"

who could

one knew! They could only tremble as

the Dragon won, then their

only uncertainty—whether he too was an agent

only pray to the God that had long abandoned

… Pray for salvation.

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is it

some time in the Dungeon, but he never expected time to

reach the 99th Floor thanks

meant something was odd

time flow differently in the Dungeon? Maybe it's more pronounced in the

know the answer to that, so he simply decided to shove it at the back of his mind and focused

Rey could already tell

reason he

There were two, actually.

One was simple—fame.

I remain the weak guy Rey, there's a chance that my Class

wanted to put Ralyks at the forefront of the world—a spectacle of strength that

he

the second reason was a

humans of this

to display the impossible as possible

it deep into their heads that they were not the

the ones

is the

brandished his blade as he stared at the

was nowhere he could

tried to escape, Rey would use Wind Magic to

a good show,

messing with me, right

Jer'ard say this, Rey smiled

"Something like that."

~WHOOSH!~

in a flash, using a combination of [Quick Teleport] and his sheer

moments, he was already in front

"U-uwaahh!!"

both hands in reflex, protecting his face from Rey's attacks, giving the latter the perfect chance for him to cut

~SWISH!~

one swift motion, both hands were severed

cause some damage to the populace

and bones, leaving barely

spurted out of the Dragon's body

spared, not after

for him

~VWUUM!~

the last bits of Mana within to teleport the furthest

both