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.

now, he was bending over backwards to an absolute stranger; albeit one who killed a

Conrad

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

They nodded instantly.

we will be taking our

listen to everything Sir Ralyks

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

The reason was simple,

and raw materials meant for the Items they planned to bestow upon

were all issues that required immediate attention, so they were happy to be

aloud, his voice as deep

And so, they began.

name is

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."

to meet you, Sir

done with their introductions, the

are strong…

moved

might of a Dragon,

the humiliation of nearly being sold as slaves, not even

But… that wasn't all.

power that oozed

was that

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

man who was truly strong,

all know your place. But there's no need

this, he got surprised

shameful about being weak. We all start out that way. The true

opportunity standing in

his hand as he

strong. You all have a choice.

the air as he narrowed