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.

weak? Was he not stronger

been

out weak, don't

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

life ended when it did, just as it was unfortunate

fill it

have gotten

Much, much stronger.

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

I couldn't see your dream come

~SQUELCH!~

the air, and blood oozed out

of it, but she

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

Was she already

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

loud voice of

the first time, he lost all sense of calmness, and a look of concern was etched

live, Britta! Live to see my

she care that her body was tightly hugging his

that he had her in his

"Y-yeah…"

closed her eyes, hoping he would slay the rest of

all of the

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

"Chaos Judgment!"

~BOOOOOOOOMMMMMM!!!~

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sat among the carcasses and debris of the

were caught and killed, leaving no

were exhausted, so they collapsed on the ground

to catch his breath, Britta sat and rested her

incredible. They're the strongest humans I have ever witnessed.

those two were the

action, but from what she had heard, Jet seemed about equal to Brutus, while Lucielle was a cut above

made them rare treasures of