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 spent

smaller place where you could

superiority, Fernand stumbled upon the Mercenary Gang and

the rank of

Fernand knew he

to

just had to

made it this far… I won't be

brandished his blade as he glared at the

as a warrior, but it seems

his Skills and strike at

was no room

[Swift Mind]. [Elevate].

that made him a deadly force that could not be

move at such

very fast

sword moving very fast too, it would be too fast for any eye to

abilities so that they could match his

fast to be evaded or

his final Skill was what truly made him

with powerful and dense energy—Mana that had

energy that cuts through

these Skills on his side, he could

'Die for your foolishness.'

his target in one breath, his blade

you have defenses,

true nature

~CLANG!~

'W-what?!'

met heavy

definitely been heavier and faster

added Aura to

this man's defenses

'W-who are you?!'

his eyes shining brightly as Fernand felt his body growing

already told you…" His calm voice echoed in the air, and Fernand heard every

wasn't

being activated, he was perceiving the opponent in

We're his Skills

of those were

very simple, but unacceptable