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

in a smaller place

and superiority, Fernand stumbled upon the Mercenary Gang

was instantly promoted to the rank

Fernand knew he

to be among the

just had to

finally made it this far… I won't be stopped by the likes of

at the man he would soon

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

to activate his Skills and strike at full

no room for hubris

Blade]. [Swift Mind].

very Skills that made him a deadly force that could not be

weapon and mind move at such fast rates that time seemed to slow

happened, he could think very fast even in the

moving very fast too, it would be too fast for any

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

to be evaded

his final Skill was what truly made

and dense energy—Mana that had

Aura… the energy that

these Skills on his side, he could easily cut down

'Die for your foolishness.'

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

or not you have defenses, I'll

was the true

~CLANG!~

'W-what?!'

heavy resistance from

definitely been heavier

even added

was this

'W-who are you?!'

man in the mask slowly looked at him, his

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

it wasn't in

Skills being activated, he was perceiving

was that? We're his Skills not working? Had

none of those were the

was very simple,