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.

his Spells,

could keep going on and

of Dragon

seemed to be scoffing at

remember the kind of Dragon? I don't care to

wasn't lying. He didn't care enough to recollect the kinds of enemies he

no value in

fought a weak Dragon. I'm a strong one, you

Phobio's heard the

had never felt so insulted in all his

trying to say?" He growled, the sphere

would happen next depends on the next word given

your brain can't comprehend what I'm telling you, so why don't I break it down for you?" As the Dragon spoke, he stretched a

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

"…."

wide eyes took in the Dragon's humanoid form as he heard

eyes that were littered in darkness suddenly began to have

just…

black hair began to rise, and an incredibly dense layer of Mana erupted

in the air, but Phobio cared

ignorant Dragon in front of him

it was a Dragon,

them not to, so they resorted to

which is why they fervently stayed by my side rather than run off.' Phobio's thoughts echoed

girls… they should

it was a shame to see

themselves. Just like this fool

Masked Dragon stood still, watching

wasn't even fazed by

The man gritted his teeth as he activated his three

[Superior Self]. [True

benefits, and by using them

for that weakness with this amount of blood. It's not

though this was the coalition of blood from vermin,