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.

then… let

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guess I'm done here."

could see Fernand running away, a

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

Fernand and looked in the opposite direction—at the opposite side of the

must be waiting for

[Grand Inventory], saving her from whatever carnage would

from that man. That's a good

knew a bit

strong as Brutus too…'

what would have

classmates, they would never

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"Where's the boss?"

taking too long! I want to

we should go

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

"Aye aye!"

mostly

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

doubt his strength, no one complained in

was merely to set the entire property on fire

to make any other active

"Argh…"

"I'm bored."

Why does Boss always do

don't do anything yet we get paid! You know how many would

"Yeah, I know. But…"

was why they were growing very restless having

have to

a shadowy figure who stood

Looks like

You're not

"Time for some action!"

their blades and sluggishly

idea what was

echoed from

"Eh? What's that?"

not even

"Hehehe! What an idiot."

the several invisible blades that swept through all of

they were readying their blades to

And the next…?

~SPLOOOOSH!~

meat and bones swimming

held shattered into pieces, as if being

ground was