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.'

than try fruitlessly to do

a smaller place

for purpose and superiority, Fernand stumbled upon the Mercenary Gang

the rank

knew

strong enough to

just had

made it this far…

his blade as he glared at the man

a warrior, but it seems you simply want

to activate his Skills

was no room for hubris

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

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

and mind move

think very

sword moving very fast too, it would be too fast

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

to be

final Skill was what truly made him a nigh invincible

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

Aura… the energy that cuts through

of these Skills on his side, he could

'Die for your foolishness.'

target in one breath, his blade already raised to

defenses, I'll cut them

true nature

~CLANG!~

'W-what?!'

Fernand met heavy resistance from

had definitely been heavier and faster than ever

added Aura to

was this man's

'W-who are you?!'

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

His calm voice echoed in the

it wasn't

he was

Skills not

of those were

very simple, but