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.

stranger; albeit one who killed a Dragon and

yes… Conrad

left alone with them, if you don't mind." Ralyks looked at both Conrad and

They nodded instantly.

we will be taking our leave

to everything Sir Ralyks tells

the nine in the hands of a man they barely knew—not

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

attention, so they were happy to

yourselves." Ralyks spoke aloud, his voice as deep as the blackness of

And so, they began.

name is

soon as he heard the name, looking at the

"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."

Nice to meet you,

they were done with their introductions, the

you think you are strong… step forward."

one moved an

might of a Dragon, who could dare say they

slaves, not even Alicia or Billy could move

But… that wasn't all.

that oozed from his body alone, how could they even compete with his power

answer was that

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

who was truly strong, they were

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

he got

true shame lies in remaining

standing in front of them right

stretched out his hand

Royal Dungeon is more dangerous than ever, but it'll make you strong. You all have a choice. To remain as weak as you are, or to

the air as