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.

abandoned upon the reset, but

just have to remake

appeared in his eyes as Claudius heard words he

in his eyes took on the same hue. It radiated, pulsating

Then—

"Hollow Technique #7…"

held its breath as it waited

Normally, they would

Yet…

feels like an impenetrable wall

them, but Claudius thought it was something else

Something akin to instinct.

"… Compound Corpse."

moment he uttered those words, the meaty flesh and bloodied entrails of the corpses began to jerk to

seeping into the distorted forms of men. It happened so quickly that only

blood vanished, all of the plump flesh began to seep into just one target—the skinless form of the one who was yet to

covered in the flesh of

it

least five meters tall, with a plump body that showed

some heads sticking out of the

thing could no longer be called a

a being of

battle of the night with this." The Ebony man stretched his hand towards the flesh

tone that oozed pride. It almost seemed like the man thought his actions warranted

than that, however, Claudius

the eyes of his comrades on him as the Undead Monster

of this level with merely a few words and no prior preparations? What Level

all, it didn't seem like the man had put any effort at all

Mana—in essence, Miasma—that was slowly rising from the

It was immensely dense.

his mind went

means this one is a Necromancer…'

to a special category

the laws of the world even more than

their power over even life