An Extra’s POV

'Looking at this guy's Status Window, he has a bunch of interesting Skills. Same as the other two…'

Rey began to consider the possibilities of what could be as he looked at Fenrir, Ladon, and Enry.

'All three possess nice abilities.' A smile coursed through his face as he finally stopped his advance.

"You three should work together. If you can land a single hit on me, I'll let you go."

Instantly Fenrir shot him a look of surprise, as one would expect, but Rey didn't bother explaining himself any further.

Using his [Absolute Spatial Domain], he teleported Ladon from where he was—away from the bunch—and brought him right beside Fenrir and the Black Magician.

With all three characters right in front of him, he repeated his words.

"Attack me. If you can land a single hit on me, I'll let you live."

"B-but how could we possibly…" Enry stuttered, making this the first time he was hearing the Mage's voice.

It sounded so pure and innocent, a sharp contrast compared to the kind of person they were.

'I don't have time for this.' Rey rolled his eyes and decided on the second option.

'[Absolute Mental Control].' His eyes glowed as he activated the Skill.

The moment he did this, Fenrir and co fell under his ability.

"Rise."

They all rose to their feet, like puppets that were being expertly controlled by a professional.

"Fight me like you mean it. Use every Skill at your disposal."

The three, all having blank expressions on their faces, instantly took stances for combat. It felt a little invigorating seeing them act this way.

'Now I see why Belle was so obsessed with using her [Grand Charm] on everyone. It's pretty useful.'

Rey didn't really like using mental attacks on people, since he found it to be intrusive. However, he had already solidified his resolve against people like these.

controlling their minds wasn't out

didn't feel any emotional or moral weight based on

just did what had to

"Begin."

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Fenrir was frightened.

'W-what am I doing…?!'

its own, with

very eyes, and he was feeling every

he could

would play out; a prisoner

Power]. [Greater Pure Boost]. [Greater Iron Fortress]. [War

expected, power swole within him, sending ripples of energy dancing all

shockwaves rushed from his position, white fur took over his toned

was Fenrir

could see

would essentially be lethal. Skills like; [Poison Magic], [Distortion], [Fear]. [Degrade]… with his only purely offensive Magic

heavy-hitters, then it was possible to

was mainly focused on

Summon] Skill, as well as

of his armor, made Ladon incredibly destructive and versatile in multiple weapons and fighting

blades, holding one in each hand, while the

allowed his blades to go up in flames, increasing their offensive abilities, while [Amplify] improved all of his physical

still much stronger than Ladon, but the latter

Spells, which caused a shroud of shadows to cover him as a defensive cover while an extremely Poisonous

will come first…' Fenrir knew his subordinates well

The Black Magician would usually use [Fear] to paralyze the enemy—sometimes leading to their deaths—and then alter their perceptions using [Distortion], which practically tricked the mind with auditory and visual

he would use [Degrade] to wear down the defense or vitality

the ability to make people suffer with his poison, Enry preferred a quick death

poison, but if Ladon and I strike

landed one hit,

but he desperately prayed for

~BOOOOOOOOM!~

were initiated, and Fenrir's two captains struck in tandem