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.

like the ideal of freedom

abstract and a

Restrictions molded society.

the City, despite the lack of solid rules and sufficient regulations, was because there were already

to deny

which informed him that there were unwritten regulations that bound everyone

why they're

the population of this city grew to an absurd degree—to the point where control became

The status-quo

so, the true reason Noah chose this path—despite a lot of easier options—was due

was engrained within him; to the point where he could

"I wanted to change."

there was

smile even more. Of course, no one would

a very weak and cowardly person. I hid behind stronger people and always looked for ways

he hadn't gotten rid of the latter part of his statement. He didn't think he needed

Less risks, more reward.

was with

hated myself." Noah's solemn tone oozed through

we became friends, I used to comfort myself by thinking he was more pathetic than I was. He was average in

least there

reason Noah spoke in

stronger, smarter… better. He was better than me, than most people around us." A little

"I liked that."

to this friend of yours? Why did you

rested his back on the chair that he sat on. "I wanted to run away. That guy was a monster who wanted

and Noah

revealing so much about his past to such a

didn't want to

lot safer

wanted to be as far away from the war as possible. If anyone

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