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 protecting her if

were to be the case, which was

But—

~BOOOOOOOOOOOM!~

almost like a ragdoll, and once again… they were met with

naked, with scars and bloody markings all over his

was indescribable. It was a miracle that he was even breathing

hulking form

they saw this, all fell

eyes witnessed this sight. A million thoughts

blankly stared

was the same; a blend of surprise,

that gazed upon the bloody one and

… He didn't.

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Rey groaned as his swollen

blurry, and much to his surprise, his allies were the first things he saw when he opened

faces, but he raised

his eyes, mixing with the blood that occupied his

'... Please help me.'

not after his legs had been broken by the enemy more than a few dozen

breathe, and even moving his hand was all

'I'm scared…'

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

'It hurts…'

these thoughts.

the experience the hellish sensations that kept on torturing

wanted to run away… to

someone to save

couldn't save the people in front of him,

they all shared

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

in the air, with pain shooting into his

him by the hair, almost 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 the

but Rey's barely listening ears couldn't process emotions right

heard was the growl of a

must use Sacrifice…' His thoughts trailed as his brain pounded and his

he didn't do anything now,