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.

Was he not

have been stronger for

start out weak, don't

journey was a path towards growth and strength. The longer one lived, the stronger they were supposed to become—not just physically, but in

when it did, just as it was unfortunate that hers

fill it in her

have gotten

Much, much stronger.

it, and perhaps stand by his side once it finally

couldn't see

~SQUELCH!~

the air, and blood oozed

could hear all of it, but she felt no pain at

stood, and she felt a rush of wind sweep

flying? Was she already in

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

die!" The loud voice of Jet rushed through her ears, forcing her to

he lost all sense of calmness, and a look of concern was

to live, Britta! Live to see

that he addressed her casually, neither did she care that her

about was that he had

"Y-yeah…"

her eyes, hoping he would slay the rest of the rest of the

things with this…" Jet whispered, channeling all of the purple energy around him

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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as the three humans sat among the carcasses and debris of the many Monsters that

among the trees were

the parties were exhausted, so they collapsed on the ground

to catch his breath, Britta sat and rested her back on a

They're the strongest humans I have ever witnessed.

assessment, considering how those two were the ones who led

had never seen them in action, but from what she had heard, Jet seemed

rare