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.

currently using Magic on her, while the rest were charged with

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

But—

~BOOOOOOOOOOOM!~

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

naked, with scars and bloody markings all

body was indescribable. It was a

whispered this, the hulking form

saw this, all

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

just blankly stared as the

else was the same; a blend of

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

… He didn't.

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as his

and much to his surprise, his allies were the first things

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

Tears were forming in his eyes, mixing with the blood that

'... Please help me.'

no longer, not after his legs had been broken by the enemy more than

breathe, and even

'I'm scared…'

His naked body scraped upon the rough earth, rubbing on the countless bruises and

'It hurts…'

one could hear these thoughts. No

hellish sensations that kept on torturing his body despite his pleas for them to

wanted to run away…

someone to save

it was too late for that at this point. He couldn't save the people in front

they all shared the same

shadow

air, with

pulled him by the hair, almost as if he was nothing but a filthy rag. Compared to the shimmering silver form that Dagon had, Rey could indeed be mistaken for something

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

hint at amusement, but Rey's barely listening

was the growl of a monster—one

Sacrifice…' His thoughts trailed as his

he didn't do anything now,