An Extra’s POV

'T-this guy…!'

Fernand felt a burning rage course through his veins as he looked at the man who stood just a few meters from him.

'He has the audacity to show me his back?!'

Fernand already knew he was strong, wasn't this bordering on the line of hubris?

'I was caught off guard when he sent that pulsating attack that created distance between us.'

Still, that didn't give the fool a license to let his guard down in front of a powerful opponent.

Fernand knew he certainly wasn't going to be hit by that attack again.

'So why is he being so lax? Is he that confident in his victory? Or is he just a foolish youth who doesn't know his place?'

Fernand was willing to bet on the latter.

'It seems he hasn't experienced the ultimate disgrace—not like I have. He doesn't know there are bigger fish in this world.'

There was always someone stronger.

As a warrior, that realization had driven him to hone his strength and work even harder to reach his determined destination.

For many, though, this realization often came with despair.

They could never truly be the strongest since there was always going to be someone who was more talented or skilled that would surpass the strongest.

He experienced this when he was the Head Warrior and was bested by a Warrior within his ranks.

Back then, he had lost in every sense of the word—a fact that he wasn't willing to accept until he finally reflected on everything.

He was weaker than the current Head Warrior. He knew that.

After his disgrace, he remained in the Royal Estate in an attempt to regain his position, but nothing worked.

No matter how hard he trained, or how much work he put in, Brutus was always stronger.

He struggled against the tides so much that he began to sink so deep.

That was when an Epiphany hit him.

'There are some opponents you just can't surpass.'

try fruitlessly to do so, attention

smaller place where you could

search for purpose and superiority, Fernand stumbled upon the Mercenary Gang

the

knew he deserved

strong enough to be among the

just had to merit

it this far… I won't be stopped

blade as he glared at the man

a warrior, but it seems you simply want to die a swift

decided to activate his Skills and strike

no room for hubris

Mind]. [Elevate]. [Aura

four Skills that Fernand had—the very Skills that made him a deadly force that could

and mind move at such fast rates that time seemed

could think very fast even

would be too fast for any eye to

so that they could match his mind and

be evaded or

what truly made him a

with powerful and dense energy—Mana that had been compressed to its

energy that

Skills on his side, he could easily cut down

'Die for your foolishness.'

distance between him and his target in one

have defenses, I'll cut

was the true nature of his

~CLANG!~

'W-what?!'

met heavy resistance

had definitely been heavier and faster than ever

added

was this man's

'W-who are you?!'

man in the mask slowly looked at him, his eyes shining brightly as Fernand felt his body

already told you…" His calm voice echoed in the

wasn't in slow

Skills being activated, he was perceiving the opponent in real

that? We're his Skills not

none of those were

very simple,