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.'

fruitlessly to do so, attention was better

a smaller place

Fernand stumbled upon the Mercenary Gang and

was instantly promoted to the rank of the

knew

to be

just had to merit

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

brandished his blade as he glared at the man

wanted to fight as a warrior, but it seems you simply want

his Skills

room

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

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

Mind] made his weapon and mind move at such fast rates that time seemed to slow down

could think very

his sword moving very fast too, it would be too fast for any eye to

his physical abilities so that they could match his mind and weapon's speed… made him a

fast to be evaded or

was what truly made him a nigh invincible

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

the energy that cuts through all

on his side, he could easily

'Die for your foolishness.'

distance between him and his target in one breath, his blade

defenses, I'll cut them

true nature

~CLANG!~

'W-what?!'

met heavy resistance from his

heavier and faster than

even added Aura to

this

'W-who are you?!'

man in the mask slowly looked at him, his eyes shining brightly as Fernand felt his body growing

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

wasn't

Skills being activated, he was

that? We're his Skills not working?

those were the

answer was very simple, but unacceptable