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…"

how intimidated

she refused to

"Well, let's see…"

the ground, causing a gaping hole to

of the earth's destruction caused many to

Yuri maintained

talking about that artifact thingy, we swiped

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

and

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

to keep that as a souvenir, but you

shoes, and she looked down to

It was an eyeball.

"You…"

eyes instantly began to brighten in rage, and energy swelled from

totally forgot her fear and embraced the wrath that was

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

the one who saw her skill with the sword and brought

Yet… here he was—dead.

"I'LL KILL YOU…!!!"

~BOOOM!~

the man she glared at with such ominous

activated her [Warrior's Mantle]. Pink energy consumed her body, and her eyes

Still she wasn't done.

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

~Rampage~

mental faculties, she would be granted an instant surge

the

She screamed, unable to properly utter coherent words at this

she charged, parting the winds that stood

traverse the

she tightly gripped

However…

~CLANG!~

blade was met with the unyielding force of her opponent's spiky

the both made contact, sending a

"GRRRRR!!!"

and absorbed the shock, rushing to his unprotected right flank to deal another damage, but before

~SWOOSH!~

rose up, pushing Yuri into the air with

made her

She jumped away from the club,

in the air and landed right

her blade with the

~SWOOOSH!~

one horizontal strike, the sword came

And a second later—

"E-eh…?!"

blade shattered, all without drawing a single drop

back temporary clarity, as her eyes became clear for just a second, allowing for rational