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.

currently using Magic on her, while the rest were charged with

were to be the

But—

~BOOOOOOOOOOOM!~

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

and bloody markings all over his

damage evident through his body was indescribable. It

form of the creature

saw this, all fell

as his eyes witnessed this sight. A million thoughts were going on in his mind,

just blankly stared as the scene

of everyone else was the same; a blend of

had trembling hearts—one that gazed upon the

… He didn't.

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Rey groaned as his swollen

blurry, and much to his surprise, his allies were

their faces, but he raised

forming in his eyes, mixing with the blood

'... Please help me.'

no longer, not after

even moving his hand was all he

'I'm scared…'

much that he felt it would explode at any given moment. His naked body

'It hurts…'

these thoughts.

feel the experience the hellish sensations that kept on

to run

wanted someone to

at this point. He couldn't save the

they all

as he felt the dark shadow of the Divine

the air, with

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

on a rack, slowly dancing

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

growl of a monster—one that signified his

thoughts trailed as

do anything now, he