An Extra’s POV

Britta had always been a very rough girl.

Ever since she was a kid, she liked manly things and didn't find anything the girls did to be of any interest.

She eventually grew up to be tough, just like her father. And just like him, she became an Adventurer.

"Father was stuck at Three Stars his whole life." She always reminded herself. "I want to be better!"

The man her father idolized, Jet Zephyr, was known for many things. He was popularly known as the strongest, but some said that there was a time when he used to be very weak.

No one knew if this was true or not, but the mere idea of this tale made weak men strive to be strong—to be like Jet Zephyr.

It served as an inspiration to her father, and for a time… it inspired Britta as well.

But, she soon learned of the real truth.

'Weak people have their limits.'

Any attempt to try and surpass those limits ended in futility or failure. Nothing good ever came from trying to overturn this brute fact of nature.

Her father, who was an average Adventurer his whole life, ended up dying in a Dungeon Floor he shouldn't have gone to in an attempt to overcome his limits.

Thanks to his foolishness, she was left an orphan for most of her life.

That tragedy taught her an important lesson.

"Those who are strong were always meant to be strong. Weaklings will always remain weak."

Potential was what mattered most.

That was she felt nothing even when foolish Adventurers ended up being killed by Monsters after choosing the Heroic Rank Test.

She felt it was simply a natural conclusion—the very flow of the world.

But…

'Was I right? Did I really… understand?'

As she looked at the world, and felt her life flash before her eyes, Britta wondered if she truly believed in the philosophy she lived by.

he not stronger than he was years

had survived that Dungeon… would he not have been stronger for it? Was

start out

longer one lived, the stronger they were supposed to become—not just physically, but in multiple areas as

just as it was unfortunate that hers was about to end

all, she could fill it in

have gotten

Much, much stronger.

enough to witness it, and perhaps stand by his side once

shame I couldn't see your

~SQUELCH!~

echoed in the air, and blood oozed out into streams

all of it, but she felt no

and she felt a rush of wind

Was she already in the

warmth? What was this feeling? It felt like nothing had changed, yet everything

voice of Jet rushed through her ears, forcing her to

sense

see my dream,

neither did she care that her body was tightly hugging his as they descended from the

cared about was that

"Y-yeah…"

her eyes, hoping he would slay the

whispered, channeling all of the purple energy around him

grow in size until it became twice his size. It crackled with all kinds of energies and power, and with just one hand wielding it, since he held Britta with another… he sent the blade charging

"Chaos Judgment!"

~BOOOOOOOOMMMMMM!!!~

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three humans sat among the carcasses and debris of the

trees were caught and

exhausted, so they collapsed

potion to recover her Mana, and Jet had his back on the ground to catch his breath, Britta sat and rested her

I have ever witnessed. Perhaps even on par with

this assessment, considering how those two were the ones who led humanity in

she had heard, Jet seemed about equal to Brutus, while Lucielle was

them rare treasures