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!"

couldn't see Ater's face, but the way his eyes narrowed and from the sound of his tone, Claudius

had more questions, and so he didn't hesitate to

was nothing left to

is

what I can do and so much more."

this response only made Claudius

simply transform into him and use

"…"

is that one of

silence among the two who

Then—

can indeed take on his form. My limitation prevents me from turning into anyone with a higher Class than

despite saying this, there was no

the opposite,

in my target's Arsenal—though if it is higher than my Class,

is one exception: The Primeval

was lost, once

realm that existed was the Absolute one—meant for heroes

above that, then perhaps

sort of

what was this Primeval Tier that

Skill, and I can't access it. Isn't it amazing?!" Ater's melancholy quickly

in delight and drowned in the pleasure of

can never touch—a realm I won't ever

to the earlier definition Ater had given down, it

to Master… I am

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

really worth nothing, weren't

of this man and his Master… the humans

finally admitted as his face fell. 'I made too many assumptions

power wasn't something one had to sacrifice everything

It was a mandate.

even… a Necromancer?"

Chaos, so I can use the Chaos Art of Ancient MajiK. The Hollow Technique is simply one of those

"I… I see…"

seems I was allowed a Skill to summon the Undead in my stockpile, but that's about it. I doubt I'll be permitted to use any advanced Ancient MajiK here… not that I have enough

"I… see…"

of everyone present, you were the most entertaining. At the very least, you managed to feed my pleasures for a while. You have my

didn't know how to react

respond as he

"You're welcome."

moment, there was a lull

what will happen to me now?" He asked with a bitter

like the kind of man who would

to

eyes widened as soon as he

"W-when…?"