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 protecting her if things

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

But—

~BOOOOOOOOOOOM!~

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

with scars and bloody markings all over

through his body was indescribable. It was a miracle that he was even

form of the creature

instant they saw this, all

witnessed this sight. A million thoughts

blankly stared

the same;

that gazed upon the bloody one and desired for him to

… He didn't.

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as his swollen eyes opened

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

could barely pinpoint the expressions on their faces, but he raised his hand, slowly and

were forming in his eyes, mixing with the blood that occupied

'... Please help me.'

after his legs had been broken by the

it difficult to breathe, and even moving his

'I'm scared…'

body scraped upon the rough earth, rubbing

'It hurts…'

hear these thoughts. No one

hellish sensations that kept on torturing his body

wanted to run

someone to

point. He couldn't save the

moment, they all

shadow of the Divine Beast behind

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

nothing but a filthy rag. Compared to the shimmering silver form that Dagon had, Rey

lifelessly, like a coat on a rack, slowly dancing in the air like

Dagon's growl seemed to hint at amusement, but Rey's barely listening ears

he heard was the growl of a monster—one that signified his

trailed as his brain pounded

do anything now, he