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

smaller place where you could be

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

was instantly promoted to the rank

Fernand knew he deserved

definitely strong enough to

just had to

finally made it this far… I

he glared at the

but it seems you simply want to die a swift death.

his Skills

room for hubris

[Swift Mind].

Skills that made him a deadly force

Mind] made his weapon and mind move

happened, he could think very

too, it would be too fast for any eye

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

be evaded

what truly made him a nigh invincible

his weapon with powerful and dense energy—Mana that

was Aura… the energy that cuts through

all of these Skills on his side, he could

'Die for your foolishness.'

him and his target in one breath, his

you have defenses, I'll cut

was the true

~CLANG!~

'W-what?!'

Fernand met heavy

strike had definitely been heavier and faster

added Aura to

this man's defenses so

'W-who are you?!'

man in the mask slowly looked at him, his eyes shining brightly

voice echoed in

it wasn't in slow

his Skills being activated, he was perceiving the opponent

Skills not working?

none of those were

simple, but unacceptable to