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!"

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

more questions, and so

left to lose,

strong… is your

say he can do exactly what I can do and so much more." Ater's

this response only made Claudius all

not simply transform into him and

"…"

is that one of

silence among the

Then—

prevents me from turning into anyone with a higher Class than me, so Master isn't

this, there was no

was the opposite,

use all the Skills in my target's Arsenal—though if it is higher than my Class, then the effects will be proportionally

is one exception:

lost, once

existed was the Absolute one—meant for

that, then perhaps it

sort of Divine

was this Primeval Tier that Ater spoke

Skill, and I can't access it. Isn't it

and drowned

power… is something I can never touch—a realm

the earlier definition Ater had given down, it

Master… I

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

worth nothing, weren't

likes of this man and his Master… the

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

something one had

It was a mandate.

Necromancer?"

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

"I… I see…"

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

"I… see…"

were the most entertaining. At the very least, you managed to feed my pleasures

how to react towards

could only respond as he normally

"You're welcome."

moment, there was a lull

now?" He asked

already knew he wouldn't be spared. Ater didn't seem like the kind

and come back to me as an Undead. The effects should be

soon as he

"W-when…?"