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 stiff… and so on. All he

Unfortunately, that never happened.

air, he prepared himself to activate [Absolute Thundercloud] and blow a relatively populated portion of the city into

"Fall and—"

~SQUELCH!~

he felt a blade pierce him

His eyes bulged as his face showed a mix

equal expression of surprise. Some stared at him, but

~SQUISH!~

he could do anything else, another blade was embedded into his

were resilient, but these two weapons that were lodged into his body were draining his Life Force faster than anything

it…

words vanished almost as soon as they left his lips, and the blades were instantly dislodged from his dead body, sending a

moment—evident by how

regret filled his last

desires would never come to

***********

"Why you—!"

his blades

three had their gaze on the one who perpetrated the act. It was a man coated in Light, with hair as golden as the sun, and eyes burning

hands was a blade of light, while on the second

this is in the Absolute Level!' Kar'en's eyes widened as she glared at

a human possibly possess power at such a

~WHOOSH!~

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

"Catch him, R'ashu!"

"Y-yes ma'am!"

~BZZZTTZZZ!~

instantly covered his body and he sped away in a burst of power,

a breather, a barrage of powerful Magic Attacks—ranging from ice to fire,

them