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.

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

have to remake

gleam appeared in his eyes as

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

Then—

"Hollow Technique #7…"

its breath as it waited for the man

Normally, they would have rushed

Yet…

like an impenetrable wall is in front of

that paralyzed them, but

Something akin to instinct.

"… Compound Corpse."

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

them swiftly started to converge, all of them seeping into the distorted forms

to seep into just one target—the skinless

his body was covered in the flesh of

it rose to its new,

with a plump body that showed the combination of several life forms being merged into

or some heads sticking out of the robust

thing could no longer be called

was… a being

appetizer, you could enjoy your first battle of the night with this." The Ebony man stretched

had a tone that oozed pride. It almost seemed like the man thought

than that, however, Claudius was specifically

him as the Undead Monster

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

seem like the man had put

could clearly perceive the corrupted Mana—in essence, Miasma—that was slowly

It was immensely dense.

and his mind went to

this one is a

a special

bend the laws

from their power