An Extra’s POV

Lord Phobio; The Crimson Angel.

That was what his name within the Mercenary Gang—though some would argue that his true nature resembled a devil more than an Angel.

He had a beautifully crafted face, and his body was toned to perfection.

As he stood there, watching the Dragon announce itself, he couldn't help but leak out a wry grin.

"Kekeke… you're a Dragon, huh?" His lips slowly curled up, revealing a twisted grin that handsome men shouldn't have.

Phobio looked like a snake at that point, his entire demeanor contorted to form an ugly mask of amusement.

"So what? So what if you're a Dragon?" He asked, his body suddenly relaxing as he kept up his cackles.

"Hm? Aren't you supposed to be frightened or something?"

"Nope! Why would I be?"

Phobio feared no one. That had been the case since he was little.

His special ability made it so that he was always very strong. In fact, he was the one who was always feared by those around him.

Also…

"I've killed a Dragon before, so it's no big deal. It seems you came here to attack us, so I'll just kill you too…"

The way Phobio spoke was with confidence and finesse.

Even though he wasn't wearing a lot of Enchanted Items, he still had the confidence to win.

His white robe and dark brown sandals were the only two Items he had on, and they were far from his usual set.

Still, he was confident.

'The blood I've amassed from thousands of people should be enough for this guy…'

Particles of Mana was trapped in the blood of people, so if he collected their blood, he was collating a lot of Mana in the process.

would the energy add impact to his Spells, but it wouldn't consume too

could keep going

what kind of Dragon did

be scoffing at

the kind of Dragon? I don't care

lying. He didn't care enough to recollect the kinds of enemies he had faced, especially if

no value in his

a weak Dragon. I'm a strong

Phobio's heard the moment he heard

felt so insulted

are you trying to say?" He growled, the sphere of blood beside him already

happen next depends on the next word given

break it down for you?" As the Dragon spoke, he stretched a hand towards

it'll be okay for me. After all… you're

"…."

the Dragon's humanoid form as

that were littered in darkness suddenly began to

just… call

to rise, and an

the air, but Phobio cared for

to show the ignorant Dragon in

it was a Dragon, which is why they woke

couldn't leave his side since he had instructed them not to, so they resorted to the

the Dragon, which is why they fervently stayed by my side rather than run off.' Phobio's thoughts echoed deep within him, so he

girls… they should have

it was a shame to see them

themselves. Just

Masked Dragon stood still, watching as

almost seemed like the thing wasn't even fazed by the power being

his teeth as he activated his three

[Superior Self].

using them at once—alongside

I can compensate for that weakness with this amount of blood.

was the coalition of blood from vermin,