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 was better

place where

for purpose and superiority, Fernand stumbled upon the Mercenary

was instantly promoted to the rank of the Heads

Fernand knew

to be

just had

this far… I won't

brandished his blade as he glared at the man he would soon

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

decided to activate his Skills and strike at full

was no room for

Mind].

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

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

very fast even in

would be too fast for any eye

so that they could match his mind and weapon's

to be evaded or

truly

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

the energy

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

'Die for your foolishness.'

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

not you have defenses, I'll cut

the true

~CLANG!~

'W-what?!'

met heavy

been heavier and

even added Aura

why was this man's

'W-who are you?!'

at him, his eyes shining brightly as Fernand

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

wasn't

he was perceiving the

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

of those

was very simple, but unacceptable to