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.

Magic on her, while the rest were charged

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

But—

~BOOOOOOOOOOOM!~

saw his body flung in front of them, almost like a ragdoll, and

scars and bloody markings all over his

It was a miracle that he was

the hulking form

they saw this, all

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

stared as

same; a

hearts—one that gazed upon the bloody one

… He didn't.

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as his swollen eyes opened

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

the expressions on their faces, but he raised his hand, slowly

forming in his eyes, mixing with

'... 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

'I'm scared…'

hurt so much that he felt it would explode at any given moment. His naked body scraped upon the rough earth, rubbing on

'It hurts…'

hear these thoughts. No one but

the experience the hellish sensations that kept on torturing his

wanted to run away…

wanted someone to save

save the people in front of him,

current moment, they all shared

felt the dark shadow of the Divine Beast

in the air, with pain shooting into his brain from

nothing but a filthy rag. Compared to the shimmering

coat on a rack, slowly dancing in the air

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

growl of a monster—one that signified

as his brain pounded and

he didn't do anything now, he