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 was better

in a smaller place where you

Fernand stumbled upon the Mercenary Gang and proved his

to the rank of the Heads

Fernand knew he

was definitely strong enough to be among the Deadly

just had

that I've finally made it this far…

blade as he glared at the man

but it seems you simply want to

decided to activate his Skills and strike at

no room

[Swift Mind]. [Elevate]. [Aura

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

move

could think very fast even in the

sword moving very fast too, it would be

abilities so that they could match his mind and weapon's speed…

be

final Skill was what truly made him a nigh invincible

Sword] imbued his weapon with powerful and dense energy—Mana that had been

the energy that

on his side, he could easily cut down a nobody that stood in

'Die for your foolishness.'

between him and his target in one breath, his blade already raised to

defenses, I'll cut

true nature of

~CLANG!~

'W-what?!'

Fernand met heavy resistance from

had definitely been heavier and faster than ever

added Aura to

why was this

'W-who are you?!'

in the mask slowly looked at him, his eyes shining brightly

His calm voice echoed in the air, and

it wasn't in slow

Skills being activated, he was perceiving the

his Skills not working? Had he slowed

those

simple,