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

a smaller place where

for purpose and superiority, Fernand stumbled upon the Mercenary Gang

to the rank of the

knew

strong enough to be

just had

far… I won't be

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

but it seems you simply want to die

activate his Skills

room

[Swift Mind]. [Elevate].

the four Skills that Fernand had—the very Skills that made him a deadly force that could not

and mind move at such fast rates that time

could think very fast even in

sword moving very fast too, it would

improved his physical abilities so that they could match his mind and

fast to be evaded or

truly made

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

the energy that cuts through

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

'Die for your foolishness.'

his target in

not you have defenses, I'll cut them all

was the true nature of

~CLANG!~

'W-what?!'

heavy resistance from his

definitely been heavier and

added Aura

why was this man's defenses

'W-who are you?!'

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

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

it wasn't in

activated, he was perceiving the opponent in

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

those were

simple, but unacceptable