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.'

fruitlessly to do

smaller place where you

purpose and superiority, Fernand stumbled upon the

promoted to the rank of the

knew he deserved

enough to be among

had

far… I won't be stopped by the

at the man he would soon cut

wanted to fight as a warrior, but it seems

activate his Skills

was no room for hubris

Mind]. [Elevate].

Fernand had—the very Skills that made him a

Mind] made his weapon and mind move at

very

moving very fast too, it would be too fast

with [Elevate] that improved his physical abilities so that they could match his mind and weapon's speed… made him a perfect

fast to be evaded

what truly made him a nigh invincible

dense energy—Mana that had been compressed to

the energy

on his side, he could

'Die for your foolishness.'

the distance between him and his target in one breath, his

or not you have defenses,

true nature of his

~CLANG!~

'W-what?!'

met heavy resistance

had definitely been heavier and

added

this man's

'W-who are you?!'

slowly looked at him, his eyes shining brightly as

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

it wasn't

he was perceiving the opponent

Skills not working? Had he slowed

those were the

was very simple,