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!"

and from

questions, and so he didn't hesitate

was nothing left

strong… is your

do exactly what I can do

this response only made

simply transform into him and

"…"

is that one of

silence among the

Then—

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

there was no tone

the

higher than my Class, then the

there is one exception: The

lost, once

existed was the Absolute one—meant for heroes

was to be any realm above that, then perhaps it would belong to wherever designed reality and existence

sort of

Primeval

exists within that Primeval Skill, and I can't access it. Isn't it amazing?!" Ater's melancholy

delight and drowned in the pleasure

I can never touch—a realm I won't ever

the earlier definition Ater had given down, it only meant one

Master… I am

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

really worth nothing, weren't

of this man and his Master… the humans of this world were really nothing

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

wasn't something one

It was a mandate.

even… a Necromancer?" Claudius asked in

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

"I… I see…"

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… see…"

most entertaining. At the very least, you managed to

didn't know how to react towards being praised

could only respond

"You're welcome."

there was

to me now?" He

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

and come back to me as

soon

"W-when…?"