An Extra’s POV

Amu'ra raised his hand up high, ready to send another burst of lightning down to the humans.

He shot a quick glance at them—all their pain and misery—and he felt nothing like pleasure from watching all of it.

He just felt… nothing.

'Why am I so different? Is there really some intense pleasure about killing insignificant creatures like this that I do not know of?'

Ever since he was little, Amu'ra was different from the rest of his peers. While being incredibly exceptional and disciplined, he simply could not understand certain emotions that the rest of his race exhibited.

The most prevalent one was the satisfaction that Dragons had upon killing those deemed to be inferiors.

He initially wondered if it was a biological function, but after learning of their anatomy in the Draconic Empire Academy, there was no specific hormone released when a Dragon killed a human, or any other member of an inferior race.

It wasn't biological.

Was it a social construct then? He strongly felt that it was, but why was the exception?

He was raised in a culture that valued and encouraged the genocide of every other race except the Dragons.

So why? Why did he not share their values? It wasn't like he particularly cared for humans. They weren't particularly impressive or interesting. Their knowledge of the world was lacking, they were incredibly small, and very weak.

They were also highly unattractive, unlike the Elves—who had a glimpse of his attention. But, after kidnapping a few and carrying out several experiments on them—such as breeding and torture—he found that interest waning fast.

Even the prettiest flower would grow tiring to the eyes after gazing upon it for so long. That was how Amu'ra felt about the Elves, who had now become an eyesore.

Perhaps he would capture a Fairy next? Those ones were highly evasive, and he had never even set his eyes on one before.

He felt a tiny spark within his cold heart. Maybe an 'interaction' with Fairy would give him the awakening he needed.

'I so desperately want to feel what you all feel…' He stared at all his comrades and made an internal sigh.

Amu'ra knew what everyone said about him.

a killjoy, a tryhard, a stiff… and so on. All he really wanted was to fit in with

Unfortunately, that never happened.

home…' With his hands raised high in the air, he prepared

"Fall and—"

~SQUELCH!~

blade pierce him from behind, instantly

His eyes bulged as his face showed a mix of pain and

surprise. Some stared at him, but their prevalent gaze was on something—or rather someone behind

~SQUISH!~

he could do anything else, another blade was embedded into his neck, causing even more pain and shock coursing

two weapons that were lodged into his body were draining his Life Force faster than anything in the

it… he was

lips, and the blades were instantly dislodged from his dead body, sending a trail of blood

happened in a split moment—evident by how the

filled his last moments in the

Amu'ra's desires would never come to

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"Why you—!"

eyes were on the figure that just dislodged his blades from Amu'ra's corpse, causing the latter to descend to the

while the remaining three had their gaze on the one who perpetrated the act. It was a man coated in

while on

At this level?! This is Grand, no… this is in the Absolute Level!' Kar'en's eyes widened as

could a human possibly possess

~WHOOSH!~

like a flash of light. He was too fast for Kar'en to follow, so she swiftly barked

"Catch him, R'ashu!"

"Y-yes ma'am!"

~BZZZTTZZZ!~

covered his body and he sped away in a burst of power, leaving two Dragons left in

they could even get a breather, a barrage of powerful Magic Attacks—ranging from ice

them with immense