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.

absolute stranger; albeit one who killed a

Conrad was

you don't mind." Ralyks looked at both Conrad and

They nodded instantly.

Well, we will be taking our

listen to everything Sir Ralyks tells

two Councilors left the nine in the hands of a man they

The reason was simple,

the production of ingots and raw materials meant for the Items they planned to bestow upon the Otherworlders, and finally

that required immediate attention, so they were happy to be

spoke aloud, his voice as deep as

And so, they began.

name is Adonis

heard the name, looking at

"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

introductions, the Dark Adventurer nodded in

think you are

moved

they? After seeing the full might of

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

But… that wasn't all.

witnessing 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 that

all weak—at least, compared to the standard they strived for—so

the man who was truly strong, they

your place. But there's no need

Ralyks said this, he

being weak. We all start out that way. The true shame lies in remaining

opportunity standing in front

out his

a choice. To remain

echoed in the air as he narrowed his crimson