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.'

than try fruitlessly to do

place

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

to the rank of the Heads of

Fernand knew

was definitely strong enough to be

just had

now that I've finally made it this far… I

as he glared at the man he would soon cut

fight as a warrior, but it seems you simply want

to activate his Skills and

was no room for

Mind]. [Elevate].

Skills that Fernand had—the very Skills that made

[Swift Mind] made his weapon and mind move at such

think very fast even in the shortest

his sword moving very fast too, it would be too

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

be evaded or

was what truly made him a nigh

powerful and dense energy—Mana that had been compressed to

the energy that cuts through

could easily cut down

'Die for your foolishness.'

in one

not you have defenses, I'll

was the true nature of his

~CLANG!~

'W-what?!'

met heavy resistance from

been heavier and faster than ever

added Aura to

was this man's

'W-who are you?!'

looked at him, his eyes shining brightly as Fernand felt his body growing

calm voice echoed in the air, and

wasn't in slow

he was

that? We're his Skills not working? Had

none of those were

simple, but unacceptable to