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.

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

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

But—

~BOOOOOOOOOOOM!~

them, almost like a ragdoll,

scars and bloody markings all

damage evident through his body was indescribable. It was a miracle that he was

they whispered this, the hulking form

saw this, all

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

stared as

the same; a blend of surprise, fear,

had trembling hearts—one that gazed upon the bloody one and desired for him to

… He didn't.

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as his swollen

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

their faces, but he raised his hand, slowly and groggily

were forming in his eyes, mixing with

'... Please help me.'

no longer, not after his legs had been broken by the enemy more

found it difficult to breathe, and even moving

'I'm scared…'

His naked body scraped upon the rough earth, rubbing on the countless bruises and

'It hurts…'

these thoughts.

kept on torturing his body

to run

wanted someone

couldn't save the people in front of him, just as

current moment, they all shared the

felt the dark shadow of the Divine Beast behind him.

the air, with pain shooting into his brain

almost as if he was nothing but a filthy rag. Compared to

a coat on a rack, slowly dancing

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

was the growl of

thoughts trailed as his brain pounded and his vision

didn't do anything