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

smaller place where you

for purpose and superiority, Fernand stumbled upon the

to the

knew

was definitely strong enough to be

had

far… I won't be

he glared at the man he would

as a warrior, but it seems you

decided to activate his Skills and strike at

was no room

[Swift Mind]. [Elevate].

Skills that made him

mind move at such fast rates that time seemed

very fast even

fast too, it would be too fast for any eye to

physical abilities so that they could match his mind

fast to be evaded or

truly made him

imbued his weapon with powerful and dense energy—Mana that had been

the energy that cuts through

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 cut

the true nature of

~CLANG!~

'W-what?!'

met heavy resistance from his

strike had definitely been heavier

even added Aura to

was this

'W-who are you?!'

in the mask slowly looked at him, his eyes shining brightly as Fernand felt his

His calm voice echoed in the air, and Fernand heard every

wasn't in

his Skills being activated, he was perceiving

his Skills not working?

of those

was very simple,