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 so, attention was better spent

a smaller place

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

instantly promoted to the rank of the

knew

to be among the Deadly

had

it this far… I won't be stopped

at the man he would soon

it seems you simply want to die a swift death.

activate his Skills

was no room for hubris

[Swift Mind].

Skills that made him a deadly

mind move at such fast rates that time seemed to

could think very fast even

his sword moving very fast too, it would be too fast for

his physical abilities so that they could

to be

what truly

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

Aura… the energy

his side, he could easily

'Die for your foolishness.'

between him and his target in one

not you have defenses, I'll cut them

the true nature of his

~CLANG!~

'W-what?!'

met heavy

strike had definitely been heavier

even added Aura

was this man's defenses

'W-who are you?!'

in the mask slowly looked at him, his eyes

His calm voice echoed

wasn't in

he was perceiving the opponent in real

his Skills not working? Had he slowed

none of those were the

simple,