An Extra’s POV

"I'll have to apologize to Jet for not listening to his final words."

Noah sheathed his blade as he heaved a sigh, a bit of mist leaking out of his lips. He cast his gaze on Britta, who remained silent as she lay on the ground.

It would be a lie if he said he didn't feel bad for her.

Not only had she lost to him, but her entire resolve—the strength she painstakingly mustered so she could raise her blade—was rendered useless by him.

"You shouldn't feel too bad." Noah mumbled as he stared off into the distance.

Despite Britta bleeding, he didn't pay much attention to her. He already knew she wouldn't die or suffer permanent damage from her injury.

He also had some attention on her, so she wouldn't be able to catch him by surprise.

'Not that it would happen, though…' One look at Britta was enough to tell Noah that her will to fight was gone.

He had utterly broken her fighting spirit.

"I don't need your pity." She whispered in response.

Noah sighed and shook his head the moment he heard this. "That's not why I said it, though."

He raised his hand and pointed his finger in a particular direction that was a short distance from where they were.

The battle between Jet and Sebas was reaching an explosive climax, and as Noah saw the brilliant display of destruction, he couldn't help but chuckle.

"They make our fight look like child's play." He commented, now turning back to see Britta.

"I know you must have your reasons for suspecting Jet and Lux, and I don't think you're being irrational in your stance."

He heaved a heavy sigh and shrugged.

have my reasons

from Britta, his sights set on

to stop dead in his tracks. "When I constantly challenged you, were you already so

and he shook

I expected you to have done the same, but in all likelihood, your group must have avoided

also the chance that their group didn't encounter as many Undead as Noah and

and then—for the first time ever—she offered Noah a

gotten really

form thanks to the whole marathon within the Dungeon, and how most of his Enchanted Items

so, keeping that

leaving Britta's presence, though, he uttered words that came

wasn't smiling, neither was his tone

the way he turned his head back and

to get much stronger. You just watch

anything more, Noah Sherlock returned to the inner

he had one more duty to

Jet… whatever happens, I will not forget my promise.' Clenching fist with resolve,

'I will protect everyone!'

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[Meanwhile…]

"Huff… huff…"

was breathing heavily as he stared at the man who stood opposite

was also panting. They both looked extremely exhausted, way past

bit difficult.' Adonis narrowed

Skills at the moment, I have to restrict myself to a particular set so I don't get recognized as the Hero later

back with his Stats, so he should have still been much stronger

how in the world is he

recover both his Mana and Life Force by using passive Skills, and while Dragons were also notorious for having the same capabilities, Adonis found it increasingly strange that Jet wasn't showing any signs of recovery, yet

sheer skill he has with the blade is incredible,