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…"

causing a gaping hole to form, and

caused many to

maintained her

talking about that artifact thingy, we swiped it off that

pink-haired girl gritted her teeth as she watched the ebony man pull out something from his dirty

and round, and it was

tossed it towards Yuri, allowing it to roll on the ground as it closed the distance towards

got to keep that as a

she looked down

It was an eyeball.

"You…"

began to brighten in rage, and energy swelled from

totally forgot her fear and embraced the wrath that

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

with the sword and brought

Yet… here he was—dead.

"I'LL KILL YOU…!!!"

~BOOOM!~

as Yuri rushed towards the man she glared at with such

no bounds as she activated her [Warrior's Mantle]. Pink

Still she wasn't done.

[Berserker] Class had a privilege, among others, that

~Rampage~

for her properly functioning mental faculties, she would be granted an instant surge

the amount

properly utter coherent

mouth as she charged, parting the winds that stood in

to traverse the

as she tightly gripped her sword to

However…

~CLANG!~

unyielding force of her

made contact, sending a shockwave flying all

"GRRRRR!!!"

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

~SWOOSH!~

rose up, pushing Yuri into the air with the brute strength being released by her grinning

her even more

She jumped away from the

and landed

her blade with the most power she could

~SWOOOSH!~

strike, the sword came

And a second later—

"E-eh…?!"

drawing a single drop of blood

back temporary clarity, as her eyes became clear for