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.

rest

were to be the case, which was why they

But—

~BOOOOOOOOOOOM!~

almost like a ragdoll, and once again… they were met with Rey's bloody

scars and bloody markings all

It was a miracle that he

the hulking form of

they saw this, all fell

as his eyes witnessed this sight. A million thoughts

just blankly stared

expressions of everyone else was the same; a blend of

gazed upon the bloody one and desired for

… He didn't.

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groaned as his

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

could barely pinpoint the expressions on their faces, but he raised

his eyes, mixing with the blood

'... Please help me.'

to move. He could run no longer, not after his

even moving his hand was

'I'm scared…'

head hurt so much that he felt it would explode at any given moment. His naked body scraped

'It hurts…'

these thoughts. No one but

experience the hellish sensations that kept on torturing his body

run

wanted someone to save

was too late for that at this point. He couldn't save the people in front of

moment, they all shared the same

felt the dark shadow

in the air, with pain shooting into

Beast pulled him by the hair, almost as if he was nothing but a filthy rag. Compared to the shimmering silver form that

coat on a rack, slowly dancing

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

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

Sacrifice…' His thoughts trailed as his

he didn't do anything now, he would