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.'

try fruitlessly to do so, attention

a smaller place where you

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

promoted to the rank of

Fernand knew he deserved

to be among the Deadly

had

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

glared at

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

decided to activate his Skills and strike at full

room for

Blade]. [Swift Mind]. [Elevate].

four Skills that Fernand had—the very Skills that made

mind move at such

he could think very fast even in the shortest

very fast too, it would be too fast for

that they

to be evaded or

his final Skill was what truly made him a

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

was Aura… the energy that cuts

these Skills on his side, he could easily cut down

'Die for your foolishness.'

him and his target in one breath, his blade already

or not you have defenses, I'll cut

was the true

~CLANG!~

'W-what?!'

Fernand met heavy resistance from

definitely been heavier

even added Aura

this

'W-who are you?!'

his eyes shining brightly

told you…" His calm voice

wasn't in

activated, he was

was that? We're his Skills not working?

of those

answer was very simple, but unacceptable to