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.

while the rest were charged with protecting her if things ever

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

But—

~BOOOOOOOOOOOM!~

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

with scars and bloody markings all

body was indescribable. It was a miracle that he

this, the hulking form of the

instant they saw this,

sight. A million thoughts were going on in his

blankly stared

the same; a blend of

that gazed upon the bloody one and

… He didn't.

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groaned as his

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

on their faces, but he raised his hand,

mixing with the blood that occupied his

'... Please help me.'

after his legs had been broken by the enemy

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

'I'm scared…'

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

'It hurts…'

these thoughts. No one

sensations that kept on

to run away… to save

wanted someone

couldn't save the people

they

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

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

was nothing but a filthy rag. Compared to the shimmering silver form

like a coat on a rack, slowly dancing

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

of a monster—one that

thoughts trailed as his brain pounded and his

he didn't do anything now, he