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!"

Ater's face, but the way his eyes narrowed and from the sound of his

questions, and so he didn't hesitate to

left to lose,

strong… is your

I can do and

made Claudius all the more

transform into him and use

"…"

one of your

there was silence among the

Then—

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

was no tone

the

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

there is one exception:

was lost, once

was the Absolute one—meant for

then perhaps it would belong to wherever designed reality

sort of Divine

this Primeval Tier that Ater spoke

within that Primeval Skill, and I can't

cackled in delight and drowned in the pleasure

can never

to the earlier definition Ater had given down, it only

to Master…

Claudius looked at Ater, he could now understand—at least to

worth

Master… the humans

his face fell. 'I made

something one had to sacrifice

It was a mandate.

you even… a Necromancer?" Claudius asked in

I can use the Chaos Art of Ancient MajiK.

"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 have enough energy to do

"I… see…"

least, you managed to feed my pleasures for a

know how to react towards

respond as he normally

"You're welcome."

there was a lull in

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

knew he wouldn't be spared. Ater didn't seem like the kind of man who would show the likes of

to me as an Undead. The

soon

"W-when…?"