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

Perhaps in a smaller place where you could be the

search for purpose and superiority, Fernand stumbled upon the Mercenary Gang and proved his

to the rank of the Heads of

knew

strong enough to

had

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

glared at the man he would soon

wanted to fight as a warrior, but it seems you simply want to die a swift death.

Skills and strike

was no room

[Swift Mind]. [Elevate]. [Aura

Skills that made him a deadly force that could

move at such fast rates that time seemed to slow down

could think very fast even in the shortest

fast too, it would

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

be evaded or

was what truly made him a nigh

with powerful and dense energy—Mana that had

the energy that cuts through

all of these Skills on his side, he could easily cut down a nobody

'Die for your foolishness.'

him and his target in one breath, his blade already raised to cut

defenses, I'll

true

~CLANG!~

'W-what?!'

heavy resistance from

been heavier and

added

was this

'W-who are you?!'

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

told you…" His calm voice echoed in the air,

wasn't in

activated, he was perceiving the

his Skills not working?

those were the

simple, but unacceptable