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.'

do so, attention was better

Perhaps in a smaller place where you

for purpose and superiority, Fernand stumbled upon the Mercenary

was instantly promoted to the rank

knew he

definitely strong enough to

just had to merit

I've finally made it this far…

blade as he glared at the

fight as a warrior, but it seems you simply want to die a swift death.

to activate his Skills and strike at full

room

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

that made him a

his weapon and mind move at such fast rates

he could think very fast even in the

sword moving very fast too, it would

[Elevate] that improved his physical abilities so that they could

be

was what truly made him a nigh

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

Aura… the energy that cuts through all

side, he could easily cut down a nobody that stood in

'Die for your foolishness.'

his target in one breath, his blade already raised to cut him

you have defenses, I'll cut them all

true nature of

~CLANG!~

'W-what?!'

heavy resistance

heavier and

added Aura

how… why was this man's defenses

'W-who are you?!'

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

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

wasn't in slow

his Skills being activated, he was perceiving the opponent in

his Skills not working? Had

those were the

was very simple, but unacceptable to