An Extra’s POV

It first happened when Ralyks died, and then re-emerged from the dead.

All of the Otherworlders, as well as the Kingdom's Strongest, were relieved to see the re-emergence of their champion.

They prayed—hoped—that he would emerge victorious this time.

Dagon was not an opponent any of them could even think of beating. It was an entity that far surpassed the capabilities of a Dragon Lord—an entity beyond reason.

Ralyks was their only option for victory.

But… the one who emerged from the depths wasn't Ralyks at all. It was a much shorter, less attractive version of the man they all revered.

He had dark hair, sure, but his plain face and slightly above average stature gave a much different vibe from the Dark Adventurer.

What's more… he resembled a classmate of theirs—one who was supposed to be dead.

At that moment, the audience was no longer looking at Ralyks. Instead, their gaze was on the most unexpected man behind the mask.

—Rey Skylar!

And so, as the tremors continued throughout the fight between Rey and Dagon, they tried to reconcile what they saw with their pre-existing notions.

"B-but how…?" One asked.

~BOOOOOOOOM!~

"R-Rey is dead, right? Why is he…?"

~VWUUUUUM!~

"Why does Sir Ralyks look like Rey? T-that makes no sense…"

~BOOOOOOOOM!~

"What is going on exactly? Is that really him?"

Confusion ran amuck among the students and their teachers, with eyes wide and faces worn thin. They were all too exhausted to join the battle, and even if they were at top form, their weakness made it impossible to contribute in any meaningful way.

They were meant to be spectators only.

Much to everyone's concerns, the only one who was still unconscious was Alicia. Perhaps it was because of the Summoning, or some other reason beyond that, but she hadn't yet opened her eyes.

on her, while the rest were charged with

all going to be cannon fodder if that were to be the case, which was why they had so desperately prayed

But—

~BOOOOOOOOOOOM!~

body flung in front of them, almost like a ragdoll, and

with scars and

It was a miracle that he

whispered this, the hulking form

they saw

sight. A million thoughts were going on in

blankly stared as

was the same; a blend

hearts—one that gazed upon the bloody one

… He didn't.

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Rey groaned as his swollen eyes opened

to his surprise, his allies were the first

could barely pinpoint the expressions on their faces, but

were forming in his eyes, mixing with the

'... Please help me.'

lips were too busted to move. He could run no longer, not after his legs had been broken by the enemy

breathe, and even moving his hand was all

'I'm scared…'

at any given moment. His naked body scraped upon the rough earth, rubbing on the countless bruises and

'It hurts…'

one could hear these thoughts. No one but

sensations that kept on torturing his

to run away… to

someone

late for that at this point. He couldn't save

they all shared the same

thoughts trailed as he felt the dark shadow of the Divine Beast behind him.

the air, with pain shooting into his

by the hair, almost as if he was nothing but a filthy rag. Compared to the shimmering silver form that Dagon had, Rey could indeed be

like a coat on a rack,

amusement, but Rey's barely listening ears couldn't process emotions

growl of a monster—one that signified

His thoughts trailed as his brain

didn't do anything