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.

on her, while the rest

to be the case, which was why they had

But—

~BOOOOOOOOOOOM!~

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

was naked, with scars and bloody markings all

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

whispered this, the hulking form of the

instant they saw this, all fell

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

just blankly stared as the

same; a blend of surprise, fear,

that gazed upon

… He didn't.

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as his swollen

to his surprise, his allies were the first things he saw

faces, but he raised his

his eyes, mixing with the

'... Please help me.'

move. He could run no longer, not after his legs had been broken by the enemy more

difficult to breathe, and even moving

'I'm scared…'

it would explode at any given moment. His naked body scraped upon

'It hurts…'

one could hear these thoughts. No one but

sensations that kept on torturing his body despite his pleas

run away…

someone to

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

this current moment, they

His thoughts trailed as he felt the dark shadow of the

the air, with pain shooting into his brain

filthy rag. Compared to the shimmering silver form that Dagon had, Rey could indeed be mistaken for

on a rack, slowly dancing in

to hint at amusement, but Rey's barely

heard was the growl of a monster—one

as his brain pounded

anything now, he