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.

was currently using Magic on her, while the rest were charged with protecting her if things ever went

were to be the case, which was why they had so

But—

~BOOOOOOOOOOOM!~

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

was naked, with scars and bloody

indescribable. It

the hulking form of the

saw this, all fell

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

stared as

of everyone else was the same; a

that gazed upon the bloody one and desired for him to

… He didn't.

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groaned as his swollen eyes

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

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

eyes, mixing with the blood

'... Please help me.'

were too busted to move. He could run no longer, not after his legs had been broken

breathe, and even moving his hand was

'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…'

these thoughts. No one

he could feel the experience the hellish sensations that kept on

wanted to run away…

someone

late for that at this point. He couldn't save the people in front of him, just as they

they all shared

dark shadow of the Divine Beast

his body slowly raised in the air, with pain shooting into his brain from

rag. Compared to the shimmering silver

like a coat on a rack, slowly dancing in

at amusement, but Rey's barely

heard was the growl of a monster—one that

trailed as

anything now,