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.'

do so, attention was better

a smaller place where you could

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

to the rank of the

knew

enough to be

just had to

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

glared at the

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

his Skills and strike at

was no room

[Swift Mind]. [Elevate].

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

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

think very fast even in the shortest

his sword moving very fast too, it would

[Elevate] that improved his physical abilities so that they could match his mind and

fast to be evaded or

Skill was what truly made him a nigh invincible

his weapon with powerful and dense

energy that

of these Skills on his side, he could

'Die for your foolishness.'

him and his target in one breath, his blade

or not you have defenses,

was the true

~CLANG!~

'W-what?!'

met heavy resistance from his

strike had definitely been heavier and faster than ever

even added Aura to

how… why was this man's defenses

'W-who are you?!'

his eyes shining brightly as Fernand felt his

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

wasn't in

was perceiving the opponent in

Skills

none of those were

simple,