An Extra’s POV

'Am I… going to die here…?!'

When Rey first woke up from his slumber and desperately arrived in the Capital, his motivation was to save his friends and the humans he resolved to protect.

He never really considered the possibility that he would ever find himself in this kind of situation; one where he was so powerless.

… So weak.

Forget about saving others, he couldn't even protect himself.

Even though things hardly ever went according to plan, he always saved the day somehow. He protected the entire Capital from the Dragon Commander's assault. He helped take down an entire Criminal Organization, and he conquered a Grand Calamity Class Dungeon.

He was able to defeat an Undead Dragon Lord, and while he wasn't quite sure about the height of power he had reached, Rey felt confident that he could possibly take on a Dragon Lord very soon.

Perhaps that was all his hubris at play.

Maybe he truly didn't realize that his undeserved power—while incredible—was not perfect.

[Doppel] didn't make him invincible.

The arrogance of the strong… despite his best attempts at trying to ensure he never fell for its temptation, Rey didn't realize when he started slipping into it.

It was a subtle process… one that he fully displayed by his lackluster approach in obtaining more strength, and his careless use of his abilities.

'I messed around too much…'

Why? Why did he play along with so many charades, when he could have been actively pursuing strength—the goal he had set for himself from the start?

He grew so concerned about others—his classmates, Esme, the Adventurers—that he failed to realize that he was too weak to afford that luxury.

A sinking man can not afford to save another who drowns.

Just because he had acquired some power—elevating himself above those who were around him—he had become less concerned about the power he so hungrily sought after at the very beginning.

Perhaps this was all wrong too…

Maybe he indeed tried his hardest and the emergence of such a threat was not something he could have ever anticipated.

He did his best to make sure everyone was strong enough in order to avoid a situation where—in his absence—everyone who mattered would perish.

he not have focused more on the development of his allies even more? If he had been a bit more selfless, then

a little stronger… if he

the right answer, and to be honest… there was no

'I-It hurts…'

arms had been ripped out, and he wasn't even regenerating properly. Most of the bones in his body had been shattered, and he could feel

blood in his burning throat,

Everything hurt.

It didn't stop hurting.

floor, watching the

ahh… it hurts… ahhh…

of his body. His brain was overloaded

the brilliant glow that began to pulsate from

knew his end was

"S-Sir Ralyks…!"

"...lyks!"

"Ra…ks!"

hear the distant screams of those he tried

they had all regained consciousness—most likely due to the [Absolute Healing] he infused with [Perfect Divine Defense]

what was the

near, and he was currently too weak

Dagon was done with him, there would be even more casualties. Best case

his power—all that progress he had made—it

to leak out a sound despite the blood that remained stuck

uncontrollably, and

didn't want to die. He didn't want to lose. Yet… here he

"... I'm so sor—"

~BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!~

blast from Dagon washed upon

his body in an

ash was left once the destructive echoes of the Divine Beast were sent forth. All of Rey's body

left on that crater…

[STATUS WINDOW]

- Name: Dagon.

- Race: Deity (Fallen)

Class: Divine

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- Life Force: 300,000

- Mana Level: 250,000