An Extra’s POV

"Ahh, that…"

Noah's face fell a little, and something akin to a sad smile added to his clouded countenance.

His tale wasn't particularly a sad story. Many Adventurers in the City had more tragic experiences to share.

However, for Noah, a sixteen-year-old teenager who had been living a pretty mundane life on Earth until three months ago, his story was just as heavy.

"I think… I realized that I had no other choice but to become strong." His smile broadened as he uttered those words.

Many would agree with him, but most were probably going to miss the point. No one could really understand the depths from which he uttered those words.

People desired to get stronger for various reasons.

Some wanted wealth.

'I already have more than enough money to retire to some countryside and live the rest of my life without worrying about sustenance.'

Some craved power.

'I have enough strength to be in the one percent of humans in this world.'

Some lusted after influence.

'I find attention annoying, and most of the time… I like being left alone.'

Women.

'I don't think most of them are anything special.'

Thrill.

'Nothing about fighting Monsters thrills me. It's a dangerous job.'

Noah didn't qualify for most of the reasons why most people desired to be Adventurers. He wasn't like the average Adventurers, and he didn't relate to most of the things they valued.

the ideal of freedom were

and a little childish. In any pragmatic

Restrictions molded society.

the lack of solid rules and sufficient regulations, was because there were already unspoken rules that existed

to deny this fact,

patterns in their behavior which

they're still

an absurd degree—to the point where control

status-quo would

lot of easier options—was

the point where he could not

"I wanted to change."

a moment, there was silence

to smile even more. Of course,

behind stronger people and always looked for ways to benefit

statement. He didn't think he needed to, considering how that

Less risks, more reward.

problem was with

solemn tone oozed through the still

used to comfort myself by thinking he was more pathetic

at least there was one guy who was worse than

Noah spoke in past

better than I realized. He was stronger, smarter… better. He

"I liked that."

what happened to this friend of yours?

chair that he sat on. "I wanted to run away. That guy was a monster who wanted to keep getting strong, and I knew he

and Noah did

know why he was revealing so much about his past

want

things are a lot safer

far away from the war as possible. If anyone could

the cost of living there was ridiculously high. Many would consider