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.

Magic on her, while the rest were

that were to be the case, which was why they had

But—

~BOOOOOOOOOOOM!~

almost like a ragdoll, and once again… they were met with Rey's bloody face

with scars and bloody markings all

body was indescribable. It

the hulking form

instant they saw this, all

frozen rock solid as his eyes witnessed this sight. A million thoughts were going on in his

just blankly stared as the scene

was the same; a

exception had trembling hearts—one that gazed upon the bloody one and desired for

… He didn't.

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Rey groaned as his

blurry, and much to his surprise, his allies were the first things

faces, but he raised his hand,

his eyes, mixing with the blood that occupied

'... Please help me.'

He could run no longer, not after his legs had been broken by the enemy more than a

it difficult to breathe, and even moving his hand was all he could

'I'm scared…'

any given moment. His naked body scraped upon the rough

'It hurts…'

one could hear these thoughts.

the hellish sensations that kept on torturing his body despite his pleas for them to

wanted to run

someone to

this point. He couldn't save the people in front

moment, they all shared the same

he felt the dark shadow

his body slowly raised in the air, with pain shooting into

as if he was nothing but a filthy rag. Compared to the shimmering silver form that Dagon

a coat on a rack, slowly dancing in

seemed to hint at amusement, but Rey's barely listening ears couldn't process

growl of a monster—one that signified his

His thoughts trailed as his brain

do anything now, he