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 was

and so he

was nothing left to lose,

strong… is your

do and so much

this response only made

you not simply transform into

"…"

that one

was silence

Then—

prevents me from turning into anyone with a higher Class

no tone of triumph in Ater's

the opposite,

higher than

is one exception: The

was lost,

realm that existed was the Absolute one—meant for

then perhaps it would belong to wherever designed

sort of Divine

what was this Primeval Tier that

I can't access

cackled in delight and drowned in the

power… is something I can never touch—a realm I won't

the earlier definition Ater had

to Master… I

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

worth

the likes of this man and his Master… the humans of this world

finally admitted as his face fell. 'I

one had to sacrifice everything

It was a mandate.

you even… a Necromancer?" Claudius asked

am a being of Chaos, so I can use the Chaos Art of Ancient

"I… I see…"

about it. I doubt I'll be permitted to use any advanced Ancient

"I… see…"

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

to react

only respond

"You're welcome."

there was a lull in

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

Ater didn't seem like the kind of man who

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

soon

"W-when…?"