An Extra’s POV

Daybreak arrived, and once it was approaching noon, all the Otherworlders gathered together.

There was only one reason for such; especially after formal training had been discarded in favor of personalized training and duels.

Since Brutus and Lucielle had gone to the frontlines—including all the competent Mages and Warriors available—the only ones left weren't competent enough to train the Otherworlders

Plus, since they were only nine now, the Capital had more than enough resources to support individual training.

Hence, pending the time for the Raid, it was agreed that this would be the new training method.

However, today was different.

All the Otherworlders were here, along with the two members of the Royal Council, to meet with none other than the Dark Adventurer himself.

—Ralyks!

"Sir Ralyks, we are so pleased to have you with us." Conrad smiled at the masked man.

"Indeed." Vida emphasized.

The Dark Adventurer shrugged despite their display of high regard for him.

He had no use for formalities.

"So these are the nine who will descend…" Ralyks spoke, turning to the nine who stood before him.

They were of different heights, builds, and many other factors.

However, if they all had something in common, it was this—

"You're all young. Weak too."

Indeed. Ralyks had called them the very word that no one in the Royal Estate had ever referred to them as.

Expressions of disbelief washed over the faces of the teenagers who stood before him.

No, by this world's standards, they were pretty much adults.

Their faces clearly depicted surprise.

"Haha! It is as you say, Sir Ralyks. That is why they need your guidance." Conrad added oil to the flames by his patronizing remarks to the Dark Adventurer.

This was the very same man who had told them they were special, and that only they could save the world.

backwards to an absolute stranger; albeit one who killed a

yes… Conrad was

alone with them, if you don't mind." Ralyks looked at

They nodded instantly.

will be taking our

you listen to everything Sir Ralyks tells

hands of a man they

The reason was simple,

had to attend to other important affairs—like the Mana Crystals that had been mined already, the production of ingots and raw materials meant for

that required immediate attention,

spoke aloud, his voice as deep as

And so, they began.

name is

soon as he heard the name, looking at the rest for

"I'm Alicia White."

"Justin Blake."

"Just call me Clark."

"I'm Eric."

"My name is Trisha."

"R-Rey… is my name."

"Billy… McGuire… sir."

Belle. Nice to meet you, Sir

with their introductions, the Dark

you are

one moved an

they? After seeing the full might of a Dragon, who could dare say they

the humiliation of nearly being sold as slaves, not even Alicia or Billy could move their still

But… that wasn't all.

the power of the man in front of them, sensing the power that oozed from his body alone, how could they even compete with his

was

weak—at least, compared to the standard they strived for—so no one had enough

of the man who was

a good thing you all know your place. But there's no need to

Ralyks said this, he got surprised

shameful about being weak. We all start out that way. The true shame lies in remaining that same way after being given

was an opportunity standing in front of them

out his hand as

dangerous than ever, but it'll make you strong. You all have a choice. To remain as weak as you are, or to step forward and choose to be

air as he narrowed his