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.'

to do so, attention was

a smaller place where you could be the

purpose and superiority, Fernand stumbled upon the Mercenary Gang and

to the rank of the

Fernand knew he deserved

to be among

had to

now that I've finally made it this far… I won't be stopped by

he glared at the man he

to fight as a warrior, but it seems

Skills and strike at full

was no room for

Mind].

were the four Skills that Fernand had—the very Skills that made him a deadly force that could

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

happened, he could think very fast even in the shortest

very fast too, it would be too fast

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

to be

was what truly made him a

dense energy—Mana that

Aura… the energy that cuts

these Skills on his side, he could easily cut down a nobody that stood

'Die for your foolishness.'

target in one breath, his blade already raised to

or not you have defenses, I'll

the true nature

~CLANG!~

'W-what?!'

Fernand met heavy resistance from

strike had definitely been heavier

added

this man's defenses so

'W-who are you?!'

mask slowly looked at him, his eyes shining brightly

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

it wasn't in

being activated, he was perceiving the opponent in real

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

those

was very simple,