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

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

all start out

the stronger they were supposed to become—not just

just as it was unfortunate that hers was

she could fill

have

Much, much stronger.

perhaps stand by

shame I couldn't see your dream come true,

~SQUELCH!~

sound of flesh being pierced echoed in the air, and blood oozed out into streams and

but she felt no

a rush of wind

she already

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

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

all sense of calmness, and a look of concern was etched

Britta! Live to see my dream, and

did she care that her body was tightly hugging his as they descended from the

was that he

"Y-yeah…"

around him and closed her eyes, hoping he would slay the rest of the rest of the Monsters

Jet whispered, channeling all of the purple energy around

of energies and power, and with just one hand wielding

"Chaos Judgment!"

~BOOOOOOOOMMMMMM!!!~

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sat among the carcasses and debris of the many Monsters that

were caught and killed, leaving no

exhausted, so they collapsed on the ground to catch their

had his back on the ground to catch his breath, Britta sat

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

this assessment, considering how those two were the

action, but from what she had heard, Jet seemed about equal to Brutus,

made them rare