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.

of them were abandoned upon the reset, but that's fine." He began to draw both of

have

as Claudius heard words he didn't

surround him, and the crimson glow in his eyes took on the same hue. It radiated, pulsating forth until the litter of corpses began to

Then—

"Hollow Technique #7…"

breath as it waited for the

and his allies were still. Normally, they would have rushed the

Yet…

impenetrable wall is in front of

shock that paralyzed them, but Claudius thought

Something akin to instinct.

"… Compound Corpse."

he uttered those words, the meaty flesh and bloodied entrails

them seeping into the distorted forms of men. It happened

the blood vanished, all of the plump flesh began to seep into just one target—the

his body was covered

heavy breaths as it rose to its new, towering

that showed the combination of several life forms being

could still see toes or some heads sticking out of

no longer be called a

a being of

as an appetizer, you could enjoy your first battle of the night

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

however,

on him as the Undead Monster stood

merely a few words and

man had

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

It was immensely dense.

and his mind went

is undoubtedly an Undead creature, which means this one is a Necromancer…' Claudius narrowed his eyes

to a special category

the laws of the world even more

stemmed from their power over even