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.

father really weak? Was he

would he not have been stronger

out weak, don't

journey was a path towards growth and strength. The longer one lived, the stronger they

just as it was unfortunate that

could fill it in her

could have gotten

Much, much stronger.

it, and perhaps stand by his side

shame I couldn't see your dream come

~SQUELCH!~

the

but she felt no

felt a rush of wind sweep all over her body as she

she flying? Was she already

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

loud voice of Jet rushed

the first time, he lost all sense of calmness, and a

Live to see my dream,

casually, neither did she care that her body was tightly hugging his as they descended

she cared about was that he

"Y-yeah…"

eyes, hoping he would slay the rest of the

Jet whispered, channeling all of the purple energy around him to

all kinds of energies and power,

"Chaos Judgment!"

~BOOOOOOOOMMMMMM!!!~

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was silent as the three humans sat among the

among the trees were caught

were exhausted, so they collapsed on the ground

on the ground to catch his breath, Britta sat and rested her back on a wall of earth while looking at

two are incredible. They're the strongest humans I have ever witnessed. Perhaps even on par with Lady Lucielle and Sir

assessment, considering how those two were the ones who led humanity in the frontlines and warded off

from what she had heard, Jet seemed about equal

them rare treasures