An Extra’s POV

"Hahaha! Lambs to the slaughter!"

As the man's deep, yet playful voice echoed in the dead of night, the bodies of everyone present shivered.

The air itself was vibrating as it congratulated his appearance.

As he placed the giant club he wielded on his shoulder, the beads he wore clattered and danced, bearing on his massive chest.

"Hehehe… look at their faces. They look like sniveling rats!"

As he said this, the hundred or so men that he commanded burst out into laughter.

He wasn't wrong, though.

The moment most of the people who gazed at him were able to fully capture his presence, they were shaking profusely.

Was it because they were surrounded by a hundred people? No… not really.

They could simply be protected like before.

Then what was it? What could cause such fear among the very people that had experienced safe travels thus far?

It had to do with the man who was speaking.

"T-that is… Ogun!"

"What is he doing here? H-how…?"

"This bad… really bad!"

The voices of the scared men reached the ears of the giant dark-skinned man, and he burst out into more laughter.

"Looks like you're not totally blinded by the darkness. You all know how fucked you are!"

More laughter echoed from the men around.

They were all dressed considerably casually. Other than a few Enchanted Items and weapons that they wielded, they looked like mere ruffians.

One could even think they weren't really serious about the plunder and slaughter they were intending on partaking in.

The reason for their lackadaisical attitude towards their gear and even proper defensive measures was due to the colossal being that was their champion.

Ogun; the Warrior of Blood and Iron!

He was one of the Nine Heads of the Mercenary Gang; a savage warrior who craved the blood of his victims and loved the thrill of battle.

His mere presence alone was enough to elicit sheer intimidation, and his power commanded respect.

Even his name was enough to make one tremble.

Even Yuri, the fearless warrior of the KariBlanc Group, was not immune to the pressure he exuded.

"How… did you get in here? W-what happened to the buyer?" She managed to ask while summoning her blade to take a battle stance.

"Oho? This bitch has got some nerve… asking me questions like that…"

showing just how intimidated she

refused to back

"Well, let's see…"

that Ogun wielded fell to the ground, causing a

earth's destruction caused many to shrink back or

Yuri maintained

artifact thingy, we swiped it off that guy's corpse after we murked

as she watched the

and round, and it was

tossed it towards Yuri, allowing it to roll on

as a souvenir,

and she looked down to

It was an eyeball.

"You…"

eyes instantly began to brighten in rage,

she totally forgot her fear and embraced the wrath that was slowly

this, except Yuri, Asher, and Lord Blanc himself, but the man whose eyeball was now looking right at her

who saw her skill with the sword

Yet… here he was—dead.

"I'LL KILL YOU…!!!"

~BOOOM!~

Yuri rushed towards the

knew no bounds as she activated her [Warrior's Mantle]. Pink energy consumed her body, and her eyes gleamed

Still she wasn't done.

[Berserker] Class had a privilege, among others, that allowed her to

~Rampage~

exchange for her properly functioning mental faculties, she would be granted

the amount

properly utter coherent words at

as she charged, parting

the

she tightly gripped her

However…

~CLANG!~

the unyielding force of

contact, sending a

"GRRRRR!!!"

twisted her body and absorbed the shock, rushing to his unprotected right flank to deal another damage, but before she realized it, the

~SWOOSH!~

the air with the brute

made her even more

the club, nimble like an

the air and landed right behind

blade with the most

~SWOOOSH!~

strike, the sword came crashing

And a second later—

"E-eh…?!"

blade shattered, all without drawing a

as her eyes became clear for just a second, allowing for