An Extra’s POV

"Be strong. Stay strong."

That was Trisha's family motto, and for all her life, she abided by those principles.

Her father was a well-respected Martial Artist in the community, and he even used to have a dojo before retiring.

Despite her being the only child of the family, her parents treated her with love and didn't try to turn her into a boy.

However, she could see it in her father's eyes—the desire he had for an heir.

Someone to carry on their family's legacy.

"Father, I want to learn Martial Arts!"

In the end, she was the one who thrust herself in the world she became immersed in for most of her life.

Everything she did after that revolved around training, learning, trying her hardest to be strong.

It was difficult, but she comforted herself with the happiness of her father.

… With the success of her family.

Even now, Trisha had no real regrets. She still desired to be strong and every day, she strives to reach even more of the unattainable height that was the Martial Peak.

She couldn't blame her father for this path.

Everything she was, and all she had become… Trisha chose it of her own accord.

Which was why she began to crumble when she looked around her and found out a truth she couldn't see before.

In this world, where her father and the entire community she grew up with, weren't present… what was the purpose of everything?

Sure, she was strong… but did that really matter here?

Her Martial Arts were rendered obsolete by Skills and Magic, and she wasn't even the best at that.

pretty girls

heavy frustration for

was only one person whom she could truly look at without hints of envy, yet had some strange kind of respect

That was Rey Skylar.

strong…

some mediocre Skills, yet she knew his application of Martiao Arts

a truly

being much closer to him than she was,

such, she

only so much

stomaching everything for so long, Trisha felt

as strong

wasn't she as attractive

It… just wasn't fair.

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didn't know you saw things that way." Alicia was the first to speak

her face; one

genetics, and I had to study very very hard to

course, none of those compared to Trisha's hard work and experiences, but… Alicia hoped her own story could show

believe this or not, but… I actually had

the air, and the two who heard

"I don't believe it."

possible,

little and shook

all about compatibility and luck in selection. By choosing a Skill or Class, you get a chain reaction in the mix."

There was no

truth. My point is that while I was popular, I wasn't

examples of their life on Earth—the rumors that spread about her on multiple occasions, and how she

mind-shattering revelations to the girls

all those superficial things don't matter. I won't deny that I was lucky to have gotten these powers here, and that my appeal

What matters most is what we choose to do with

didn't know if she was passing the message across the way she wanted to, but she knew there was something else she had to