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.

her, while the rest were charged with protecting her if things

if that were to be the case, which

But—

~BOOOOOOOOOOOM!~

body flung in front of them, almost like a ragdoll, and once again… they were met with Rey's bloody

was naked, with scars and bloody markings all over

indescribable. It was a miracle that

As they whispered this, the hulking form of the creature descended on the

instant they saw this, all

witnessed this sight. A million thoughts were going on

stared as

of everyone else was the same; a blend of surprise, fear,

that gazed upon the bloody one and desired

… He didn't.

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his swollen eyes

his surprise, his allies were

faces, but he raised his hand, slowly

eyes, mixing with the blood that occupied his battered

'... Please help me.'

not after his legs had been broken by the enemy more

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

'I'm scared…'

given moment. His naked body scraped upon the rough earth, rubbing on the countless

'It hurts…'

one could hear these

sensations that kept on torturing his body

to run away…

someone to save

for that at this point. He couldn't save the people in front of him, just as they couldn't

they all shared the same

felt the dark shadow of the Divine Beast behind him. 'I'm… so

in the air, with pain shooting into his brain

him by the hair, almost as if he was nothing but a filthy rag. Compared to the shimmering silver form

coat on a rack, slowly dancing in

but Rey's barely

of a monster—one

trailed as his brain pounded and his

he didn't do anything now, he