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

the dark mask said nothing.

Then, the answer arrived.

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

reply, a strange chuckle suddenly began to echo

"Kukukuku…"

faces of those who were seated, and even those

that was leaking

that Rebal and Kara were also making small smiles and

Why?

supposed to be

because of the

really that

laughter. It's just… you said

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

increasingly annoyed by the mere entourage

stomached it all due to

He wanted to know…

my strength. Someone like

Fenrir detested that.

are quite arrogant." He responded, his gaze warning the man

his warning fell on blind

the impossible merely due to the

"Y-you…!"

breath

way he speaks connotes great strength, but he could also very well

to make your opponent

be won using that as a

on me,

the one that

both of the other members

heads, their stances on the situation obvious

held

killed him. It's nothing worth

was once again prideful—enough to

"Buahahahahaha!"

the leader of the Mercenary

Well, almost everyone.

reach a certain level, you can tell how powerful a person is by sensing

members of my Deadly Three have attained this status. The only way to bypass this instinctive sense is by being

Gang Chief looked at the masked man and

not as strong as Anukus. You're definitely