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.'

to do so, attention

place where you could

purpose and superiority, Fernand

was instantly promoted to the rank

Fernand knew

enough to be among the

just had to

made it this far… I won't be stopped by the

as he glared at the man he would

but it seems

decided to activate his Skills and

no room

Blade]. [Swift Mind].

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

made his weapon and mind move at such

very fast even in the

sword moving very fast too, it would

[Elevate] that improved his physical abilities so that they could match his mind and weapon's speed… made him a perfect

to be evaded

his final Skill was what truly made him a nigh invincible

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

energy

Skills on his side, he could easily cut down a nobody

'Die for your foolishness.'

him and his target in one breath, his

not you have defenses, I'll cut

the true

~CLANG!~

'W-what?!'

met heavy resistance

been heavier and faster than ever

added

this man's defenses so

'W-who are you?!'

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

His calm voice echoed in the

wasn't in slow

his Skills being activated, he was perceiving the opponent in real

We're his Skills

none of those

answer was very simple, but