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.

the rest were charged with protecting her if

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

But—

~BOOOOOOOOOOOM!~

saw his body flung in front of them, almost like a ragdoll, and once again… they were met with

naked, with scars and bloody markings

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

they whispered this, the hulking form of

instant they saw this, all

solid as his eyes witnessed this sight. A million thoughts were going on in his mind, but he couldn't focus on

blankly stared as

expressions of everyone else was the same; a blend of surprise, fear,

gazed upon the bloody one and desired for

… He didn't.

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his swollen eyes

his surprise, his allies were the first things

their faces, but

in his eyes, mixing with the

'... Please help me.'

too busted to move. He could run no longer, not after his legs had been broken by the enemy more than a

even moving his hand

'I'm scared…'

His naked body scraped upon the rough earth, rubbing on the countless bruises and marks that had been dealt

'It hurts…'

one could hear these

could feel the experience the hellish sensations that kept on torturing his body despite his pleas for

to run away… to

wanted someone to save

too late for that at this point. He couldn't save

current moment, they all

thoughts trailed as he felt the dark shadow of the Divine Beast behind him. 'I'm…

the air, with pain shooting into his brain from his

filthy rag. Compared to the shimmering silver

coat on a rack, slowly dancing

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

he heard was the growl of a monster—one that

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

anything now,