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!"

narrowed and from the sound of his tone, Claudius

questions, and so he didn't hesitate

nothing left to lose,

strong… is your

say he can do exactly what I can do and so

response only made Claudius all

simply transform into

"…"

one

silence

Then—

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

no tone

was the opposite,

normally use all the Skills in my target's Arsenal—though if it is higher than my

is one exception: The

lost, once

was the Absolute one—meant for heroes

any realm above that, then perhaps it

sort of Divine

was this Primeval Tier

power exists within that Primeval Skill, and I can't access it. Isn't

drowned

can never

earlier definition Ater had given down, it only meant one

Master… I am

least to an extent—why he had

really worth nothing,

Master… the

admitted as his face

one had to sacrifice everything to

It was a mandate.

a Necromancer?"

Chaos Art of

"I… I see…"

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…"

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

how to react

could only respond as

"You're welcome."

moment, there was a lull in the

will happen to me now?"

seem like the kind of man who would show the likes of

come back to me as an Undead. The effects should be taking place pretty

eyes widened as soon

"W-when…?"