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.

were abandoned

have

appeared in his eyes as Claudius heard words he didn't

the crimson glow in his eyes took on the same hue. It radiated, pulsating forth until the

Then—

"Hollow Technique #7…"

as it waited for the man to

his allies were still. Normally, they would have

Yet…

like an impenetrable wall is

was shock that paralyzed them, but Claudius thought

Something akin to instinct.

"… Compound Corpse."

flesh and

blood around them swiftly started to converge, all of them seeping into the distorted forms of men. It happened so quickly that

began to seep into just one target—the skinless form of the one who was

body was covered in the flesh of

It gave heavy breaths as it rose

five meters tall, with a plump body that showed the combination of several

some heads sticking out of the robust abomination

could no longer be

was… a

of the night with this." The Ebony

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

that, however,

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

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

had put any effort

clearly perceive the corrupted Mana—in essence, Miasma—that was slowly rising from the massive entity before

It was immensely dense.

and his mind

one is a Necromancer…' Claudius narrowed

to a special category of

beings who could bend the laws of the world

stemmed from their power over