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.

to his Spells, but it wouldn't

keep going on

though, what kind of Dragon did you defeat?"

to be scoffing at

kind of Dragon? I don't care to

recollect the kinds of enemies he had

no

weak Dragon. I'm

appeared all over Phobio's heard the moment

so insulted

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

would happen next depends on the next word given by the

don't I break it down for you?" As the Dragon spoke, he stretched a

you, it'll be okay for me. After all…

"…."

the Dragon's humanoid form as he

eyes that were littered in darkness suddenly began to have a red glow to

just… call

long black hair began to rise, and an

distortion in the air, but Phobio cared

wanted to show the ignorant Dragon in front of him who was

it was a Dragon, which is

had instructed them not to, so they resorted to the least severe

the Dragon, which is why they fervently stayed by my side rather than run

now. Those girls… they should

thought it was a shame to

themselves. Just like this fool

Masked Dragon stood still, watching as Phobio's

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

me!' The man gritted his teeth as he activated his

[Superior Self]. [True

Skills had their benefits, and by using them at once—alongside his

any of my standard Items. But, I can compensate for that weakness with this amount of

of blood from