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.

him a killjoy, a tryhard, a stiff… and so on. All he really wanted was

Unfortunately, that never happened.

raised high in the air, he prepared himself to activate [Absolute Thundercloud] and blow a relatively populated portion

"Fall and—"

~SQUELCH!~

blade pierce him from behind, instantly

bulged as his face showed a mix

stared at him, but their

~SQUISH!~

was embedded into his neck,

these two weapons that were lodged into his body were draining his Life Force faster than

knew it…

soon as they left his lips, and the blades were instantly dislodged from

this happened in a split moment—evident by how the

and regret filled his last moments

seemed… Amu'ra's desires would never come

***********

"Why you—!"

that just dislodged his blades

act. It was

was a blade of light, while on the second was a powerful and beautiful blade that was

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

a human possibly possess power

~WHOOSH!~

He was too fast for Kar'en to follow, so

"Catch him, R'ashu!"

"Y-yes ma'am!"

~BZZZTTZZZ!~

instantly covered his body and he sped away in

a barrage of powerful Magic

at them with