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.

amusing. Replying to my question

in the dark mask said nothing. He merely waited

Then, the answer arrived.

plan on personally fighting the one who did so. I

a strange chuckle suddenly began to echo within the

"Kukukuku…"

were seated, and even those who were standing—waiting for their chance

was leaking from within

making small smiles and slight chuckles as they listened to

Why?

moment when they were supposed to be begging for their

the

he really that

just… you said something quite

did I say that was so

growing increasingly annoyed by the mere

he stomached it all

He wanted to know…

my strength. Someone like you…?" The tone felt condescending

Fenrir detested that.

responded, his gaze warning

his warning fell on blind

do the impossible merely due to the little strength you possess… is that

"Y-you…!"

in a deep breath as he kept

he speaks connotes great strength, but

your opponent overestimate your capabilities, hence

could be won using that

on me, though!' Fenrir

the one that

of the other members of his Deadly

both shook their heads, their stances on the situation

held the same

It's nothing worth

was once again prideful—enough to finally make Fenrir

"Buahahahahaha!"

Mercenary

Well, almost everyone.

see… once you reach a certain level, you can tell how powerful a person

The only way to bypass this instinctive sense is by being phenomenally stronger than what we are able to

the masked man

clearly sense your capabilities. You're not as strong