An Extra’s POV

"God is strong. Humans are weak. Angels are somewhere in-between."

As Claudius heard these words, he shuddered in ignorance.

"No matter how powerful a human tries to become, sacrificing all he can to attain strength, it will all fall under the allocated strength he is allowed to possess." Ater's words echoed coldly in the night.

"Ultimately, it will fall under weakness."

"S-so… all my attempts at strength… were in vain…?"

"Maybe it had some worth against fellow humans, but your luck ran out when you faced me. You see, I know I'm not weak… because I'm not human."

'N-not… human?' Claudius' eyes widened as he heard this deep revelation.

"I can take on whatever shape I want, while also possessing the abilities of those whose form I take. In essence…"

A flash of light sparked around Ater, and his form came into light as he crouched so he could somewhat be on the same level as Claudius.

The latter's eyes bulged as he looked at his reflection—the miserable old man he had become.

"… I can become you."

Ater had transformed into Claudius in every sense of the word, and upon seeing this, the old man felt his heart ache.

He truly… had sacrificed everything for nothing.

"I can also use all your abilities. There are a few limitations placed on my power, but that's how it works in simple terms."

Ater rose to his feet, transforming back into the handsome man he once was.

"You're… invincible…" Claudius croaked.

With such a power, Ater was at least in the realm of the Absolute.

There was no doubt about it in Claudius' mind.

"Am I really? Perhaps in some worlds, that would ring true. Even in this world, maybe…" Ater smirked, shaking his head as he circled around the despairing one.

"However, there exist beings who far transcend my current state."

"T-the Dragons…?"

"Yeah. I'll admit that there exist some that I can't beat right now. But all of it is only a matter of time."

"T-then—!"

"However, there is one that I couldn't possibly hope to beat no matter the passage of time."

Claudius could only make a guess at this point, but he muttered a response.

"Your… Master?"

"Precisely!"

face, but the way his eyes narrowed and from the sound of his tone, Claudius knew he

had more questions, and so he

left to lose, after

is your

do and so much more." Ater's amused chuckle

this response only made Claudius all the more

into him and use his

"…"

that one of your

there was silence among the two who

Then—

indeed take on his form. My limitation prevents me from turning into anyone with

this, there was no tone of triumph in Ater's

the opposite,

in my target's Arsenal—though if it is higher than my Class, then the effects will be proportionally reduced." Ater continued

is one exception: The Primeval

lost, once

was the Absolute one—meant for

be any realm above that, then perhaps

of

was this Primeval Tier that Ater

I can't access it. Isn't it

drowned in

never touch—a realm I won't ever

definition Ater had given down, it

to Master… I

now understand—at least to an extent—why he had played

were really worth

his Master… the humans

his face fell. 'I made too many

one

It was a mandate.

Necromancer?"

the Chaos

"I… I see…"

my stockpile, but that's about it. I doubt I'll be

"I… see…"

the very least, you managed to feed

know how to react towards being praised

only respond

"You're welcome."

a moment, there was a lull in

now?" He asked

seem like the kind of man who

come back to me as an Undead.

soon as he heard

"W-when…?"