An Extra’s POV

Nine hundred and ninety Warriors and Mages were on standby.

The Mercenary Gang Leader, along with two of his Deadly Three also watched from their respective positions.

The Duo of Death, the Scrorpion Tail, the Piper of Calamity—all members of the Mercenary Gang who guarded their clients, were also waiting.

Then, Lord Noir's other guard—Captain of the Noir militia—stood beside his Lord and felt the increasing tension in the room.

Last but not least, the masked figure behind Scylla also spectated.

A total of nine hundred and ninety-nine foes were within the hall, all of them anticipating the move of the trapped four.

Of course, they knew it was all useless.

Still, they desired to be amazed. These people had gone through all the trouble to set up such an elaborate scheme, after all.

They desired to be compensated well.

"It seems you have nothing to say. Then—"

"Hold on. I have something to ask them." Fenrir was clearly grinning as he interrupted Scylla and placed his full attention on the prey.

"I want to know who among you killed Anukus."

For a moment, there was silence.

"The Dragon attacked Phobio in the East. Ogun was killed by someone in the North. Anukus in the SouthWest. Fernand was attacked by a Reaper in the Northwest…" Fenrir began, analyzing how each of his Executives lost in their respective battles.

Phobio and Fernand had survived, but it was unfortunate that the Mercenary Gang lost two of its Executives.

"Ogun could have lost to anyone with a higher Level, or even certain Enchanted Items. So, I can understand his demise." Fenrir narrowed his eyes, showing just how serious he was about the whole thing.

"But Anukus was different. He wasn't some pushover who would lose that easily. So, I ask again…"

Veins appeared all over Fenrir's face as his menacing tone burst forth from his lips.

"… Who among you killed Anukus?"

Not long after he asked this question, a response was given in the form of a question.

"What do you plan on doing with that information?"

"Hm?!"

The one who asked this was the man in the mask and hood. His voice was deep, carrying nothing short of confidence despite the clearly disadvantageous position he was in.

to my question

in the dark mask said nothing. He

Then, the answer arrived.

personally fighting the one who did so. I want to test

reply, a strange chuckle suddenly

"Kukukuku…"

expressions filled the faces of those who were seated, and even those who were standing—waiting for their chance to

was leaking from within

was that Rebal and Kara were also making small smiles

Why?

supposed to be begging for their lives, yet they seemed perfectly at

of the man

he really that

my laughter. It's just… you said

what did I say that was so funny?" Fenrir asked, his

growing increasingly annoyed by the mere

he stomached it

He wanted to know…

depths of my strength. Someone like you…?" The tone

Fenrir detested that.

He responded, his gaze warning the

fell

the arrogant one is you. Claiming to do the impossible merely due to the little strength you possess… is that

"Y-you…!"

controlled himself, taking in a deep breath as he kept observing the man

but he could also very

was an effective tool to make your opponent overestimate your capabilities,

battles could be won using that

on me, though!'

to be the one that killed Anukus.

both of the other members of his Deadly

shook their heads, their stances on the situation

held

It's

response was once again prideful—enough to finally

"Buahahahahaha!"

the Mercenary

Well, almost everyone.

certain level, you can tell how powerful a person is by sensing their abilities through instinct."

Deadly Three have attained this status. The only way to bypass this instinctive sense is by being phenomenally stronger than what we

Chief looked at the masked man and

You're not as strong