An Extra’s POV

Scylla's Recon Unit didn't have members as strong as the Nine Heads of Destruction—except maybe Jawl—but they were still elite.

They matched the Mercenary Gang's Elite in ability, though they were sorely lacking in numbers.

What made them even more scary was their cloaking speciality and stealthy maneuvers.

In that regard, they were definitely superior to the Mercenary Gang's Elite.

If it came to an enclosed space, especially in the dark, if they had their numbers… there was hardly any enemy they couldn't beat.

Yet…

'W-what is this…?!'

Claudius' jaws trembled as he watched the bodies of all the members of Scylla's Recon Unit descend from above and plop to the ground.

Blood sullied the stained clothes of everyone present, further bathing them in the crimson liquids that once flowed through people.

"This one seemed to be the leader, so I gave him special treatment." A voice came from the man in the black suit, forcing Claudius to raise his head.

Once he did, he saw one body appearing out of nowhere, as he was held from the head by the dark-suited man.

'I-Is that… Jawl …?' Claudius' confusion was understandable, considering how the man looked like now.

All the skin had been peeled off the body, and it also seemed like the hair had been yanked out very violently.

The two eye sockets were empty, with thin strands of flesh protruding out to hold the dangling eyeballs that hung beyond their hollow sockets.

No teeth. The body was a vile representation of a human, but the worst part was…

'He's still alive…?'

Compared to the mangled corpses that filled their sight, the one whom Claudius suspected to be Jawl still seemed to be breathing—albeit barely.

"It would be a waste to just leave him be, so I'll do this instead."

The ebony man flung the skinless body forward, causing it to land on the pile of flesh and blood that stood a distance from him.

I can no longer use my previous abilities. Most of them were abandoned upon the reset, but that's fine." He

just have to

eyes as

the same hue. It radiated, pulsating forth until the litter of corpses began to exhibit the

Then—

"Hollow Technique #7…"

it waited for the man to complete

still. Normally, they would have rushed the ebony

Yet…

like an impenetrable wall is in front of

was shock that paralyzed them, but

Something akin to instinct.

"… Compound Corpse."

uttered those words, the meaty flesh and

into the distorted forms of men. It happened so quickly that only a few could

flesh began to seep into

body was covered in the flesh

breaths as it rose to its

was at least five meters tall, with a plump body that showed the

could still see toes or some heads sticking out of the robust abomination that stood tall and

longer be

a being of

of the night with this." The Ebony

had a tone that oozed pride. It almost seemed like the man thought his actions warranted thanks and reverence from the

that, however, Claudius was

eyes of his comrades on him as the Undead Monster stood before them,

few words and no prior preparations? What Level is he

man had

Mana—in essence, Miasma—that

It was immensely dense.

and his

means this one is a Necromancer…' Claudius narrowed

to a special

bend the laws of the

stemmed from their power over even