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.

freedom

thing too abstract and a

Restrictions molded society.

lack of solid rules and sufficient regulations, was because there

much as they tried to

in their behavior which informed him that there were

why they're

to an absurd

The status-quo would

path—despite a lot of

within him; to the point where he could not

"I wanted to change."

a moment, there was silence

Jet's inquisitive voice caused Noah to smile even more. Of course, no one

cowardly person. I hid behind stronger people and always looked

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

Less risks, more reward.

problem was with the

think I hated myself." Noah's solemn tone oozed through

friends, I used to comfort myself by thinking he was more pathetic

felt shitty or sad—that at least there was

Noah spoke in past

guy was secretly a lot better than I realized. He was stronger, smarter… better. He was better than me, than most people around

"I liked that."

to this friend of

to run away. That guy was a monster who wanted to keep getting strong, and I knew he would drag me

little, and Noah

much about his past

want

South, since things are a lot safer there than

no surprise, considering how most people wanted to be as far away from the war as possible. If anyone could afford it, they would instantly leave for the

consider the quality of life incredibly low