An Extra’s POV

The claw scar that was on Fernand's face was given to him by a Dragon during the first wave of war.

Ever since then, he truly knew the meaning of powerlessness.

The despair that was imprinted into him caused a domino effect that ruined his life.

His paranoia was so strong that he lost the respect of his subordinates.

—Enough to make one of them challenge him, and win!

He was demoted, and despite his desperate requests, he was still taken to fight the Dragons on the front lines.

That hellish experience… Fernand thought he had left all of that behind when he deserted the Royal Estate and joined the Mercenary Gang.

As an Executive there, he was well respected and he could do whatever he pleased.

All his enemies were also very weak.

… Until now.

"E-eeeeek!" The old man squeaked like a rat, still unable to move as he watched his predator finally stand in front of him.

"W-what are you? A… dragon…?!"

Blood began to flow out of his eyes, nose, ears, and mouth.

Fernand felt like he was choking on his own life fluids as he struggled to breathe.

His face begged for mercy, but the emotionless response of the blank mask showed him that there was none to be given.

"Don't worry. I won't kill you."

As Fernand heard this, he felt his heart jump in relief.

"A man like you still has his uses, after all…" The words that Ralyks spoke didn't seem at all merciful.

Instead, they sounded almost sinister.

"I've been thinking of using Mind Control on one of you people in order to gain access to this entire Undertaking. I guess you'll have to do."

Fernand still didn't understand what was going on.

He couldn't comprehend the gravity of what he was to face.

"Don't worry. You won't remember any of this. At least, not in the way you currently do."

Fernand suddenly felt himself slowly falling into an endless pit of darkness.

He couldn't scream or shout.

He could only watch powerlessly as his will was stripped from him, leaving a puppet in its stead.

let

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I'm done here."

and could see Fernand running away, a wide grin of relief on his

for the best. It's not part of the plan, but I

Fernand and looked in the opposite

his subordinates are waiting there. They must be waiting for their

Kara into his [Grand Inventory], saving her from whatever carnage

new Skills from that man. That's a good haul, I

already knew a bit of his history

far. Almost as strong as Brutus too…'

Warrior, huh? I wonder what would have happened if we

and his classmates, they would never get to

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"Where's the boss?"

too long! I want to go home

think we should go

don't go stirring the hornet's nest! Just do

"Aye aye!"

numbered a hundred, and they all mostly sat on the ground—though some stood—as

were supposed to raid the Estate together—killing everyone inside—Fernand told them

they didn't doubt his strength,

was merely to set the entire property on fire and look out for any

to make any other active

"Argh…"

"I'm bored."

Boss always do this? We barely

we get paid! You know how

"Yeah, I know. But…"

thing. That was why they were growing very

they wouldn't have to wait for much

a shadowy figure who stood a

Looks like

You're not going

"Time for some action!"

their blades and sluggishly rose to their

had no idea what was

voice echoed from the man of the

"Eh? What's that?"

not even gonna

"Hehehe! What an idiot."

did not realize that they were already dead—cut down by the several invisible blades that swept through all of them in

they were readying

And the next…?

~SPLOOOOSH!~

of meat and bones swimming in a vast ocean

into pieces, as if

was no