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.

to an absolute stranger; albeit one who

Conrad was onto

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

They nodded instantly.

we will be taking our leave

listen to everything Sir

of a man they barely knew—not even showing the slightest

The reason was simple,

important affairs—like the Mana Crystals that had been mined already, the production of ingots and raw materials meant for the Items they planned

that required immediate attention,

aloud, his voice as deep as the blackness of his

And so, they began.

is

the name, looking at the rest

"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, Sir

their introductions, the Dark Adventurer nodded

are strong… step forward." He

one moved an

of a Dragon,

sold as slaves, not even Alicia or Billy could move

But… that wasn't all.

that oozed from his body alone, how

answer was that

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

of the man who was truly strong,

all know your place. But there's no need

Ralyks said this, he got surprised reactions

all start out that way. The true shame lies in remaining that same way after being given the opportunity to

was an opportunity standing in front of

stretched out his hand as he

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 step forward

words echoed in the air