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 were

all going to be cannon fodder if that were to be the case, which was why they had so desperately prayed

But—

~BOOOOOOOOOOOM!~

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

with scars and bloody markings

his body was indescribable. It was a miracle that

this, the hulking form of the

instant they saw

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

stared as the scene

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

had trembling hearts—one that gazed upon

… He didn't.

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groaned as his swollen eyes opened

his allies were the first

on their faces, but he raised his

eyes, mixing with the blood that

'... Please help me.'

no longer, not after his

to breathe, and even moving his hand

'I'm scared…'

naked body scraped

'It hurts…'

could hear these thoughts. No

he could feel the experience the hellish sensations that kept on

run

someone to save

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

current moment, they all shared

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

air, with pain shooting into his

filthy rag. Compared to the shimmering silver form that

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

at amusement, but Rey's barely listening

he heard was the growl of

thoughts trailed as his

anything now, he would