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

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

But—

~BOOOOOOOOOOOM!~

flung in front of them, almost like a ragdoll, and once again…

scars and bloody markings all over his

through his body was indescribable. It was a miracle that

the hulking form of the creature descended on the

instant they saw this,

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

stared

the same; a

exception had trembling hearts—one that gazed upon the bloody one and desired for him to rise

… He didn't.

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Rey groaned as his

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

faces, but he raised his

Tears were forming in his eyes, mixing with

'... Please help me.'

busted to move. He could run no longer, not after his legs had been broken by the enemy more than a few dozen

and even moving his

'I'm scared…'

at any given moment. His naked body scraped upon the rough earth, rubbing on the countless bruises and marks

'It hurts…'

hear these thoughts. No one

he could feel the experience the hellish sensations that kept

run

wanted someone

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

they all

the dark shadow of the Divine Beast behind him.

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

filthy rag. Compared to the shimmering silver form that Dagon had, Rey could

like a coat on a rack, slowly dancing in

growl seemed to hint at amusement, but Rey's barely listening ears

growl of a monster—one that signified

His thoughts trailed as his brain

anything now, he