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.

Replying to my

dark mask said nothing. He merely waited for

Then, the answer arrived.

plan on personally fighting the one who did so. I want to test the depth of their

a strange chuckle suddenly began to echo

"Kukukuku…"

faces of those who were seated, and even those who

the amusement that was leaking from within

worst part was that Rebal and Kara were also making small smiles and slight chuckles

Why?

were supposed to be begging

of the man in the

he really

laughter. It's just… you

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

himself growing increasingly annoyed by the mere entourage

stomached it

He wanted to know…

you want to test the depths of my strength. Someone

Fenrir detested that.

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

warning fell on blind

eyes, the arrogant one is you. Claiming to do the impossible merely due to the little

"Y-you…!"

taking in a deep breath as

speaks connotes great strength, but he could

your opponent overestimate

could be won using that as a

on me,

you're essentially claiming to be the one that killed

of the other

both shook their heads, their stances

held the

indeed killed him. It's nothing worth lying

was once again prideful—enough to finally

"Buahahahahaha!"

from the leader of the Mercenary Gang, a shock to everyone within the

Well, almost everyone.

can tell how powerful a person is by sensing their abilities through instinct." Fenrir

bypass this instinctive sense is by being phenomenally stronger than what we are

Chief looked at the masked man and shook his

sense your capabilities. You're not as strong