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 it? Was it not the same with

start out weak, don't

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

that her father's life ended when it did, just as it

all, she could fill it in her

have gotten

Much, much stronger.

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

couldn't see your dream come true,

~SQUELCH!~

sound of flesh being pierced echoed in the

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

swooped her from where she stood, and she felt a rush of wind sweep all over her

she already in the

was this feeling? It felt like nothing

The loud voice of Jet rushed through her ears, forcing

he lost all sense of calmness, and

live, Britta! Live to see

he addressed her casually, neither did she care that her body was tightly

about was that

"Y-yeah…"

around him and closed her eyes, hoping he would slay the rest of the rest of the Monsters and never

Jet whispered, channeling all of the purple energy

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

hiding among the trees were caught and killed,

Monster Subjugation, all the parties were exhausted, so they collapsed on

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

humans I have ever

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

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

made them rare treasures of