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

Perhaps in a smaller place

superiority, Fernand stumbled upon the Mercenary Gang and proved his

the rank of the Heads of

knew he

enough to be among the Deadly

just had

now that I've finally made it this far…

blade as he glared at the man he would

seems you simply want to die a swift death. Fair

his Skills and strike at full

room

Mind]. [Elevate].

that Fernand had—the very Skills that made him a deadly force that

[Swift Mind] made his weapon and mind move at such

think very fast even in the

fast too, it would be too fast for any

that they could match his mind and weapon's speed…

fast to be evaded

what truly made him a nigh invincible

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

Aura… the energy

could

'Die for your foolishness.'

target in one breath,

you have defenses, I'll cut them all

the true nature of his

~CLANG!~

'W-what?!'

met heavy resistance from

been heavier

even added

was this man's defenses so

'W-who are you?!'

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

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

it wasn't in

his Skills being activated, he was perceiving the opponent

We're his Skills

of those were the

answer was very simple, but unacceptable