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.

rest were charged with protecting

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

But—

~BOOOOOOOOOOOM!~

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

naked, with scars and bloody markings

of damage evident through his body was indescribable. It was a miracle that he was even breathing

the hulking form of the creature descended on the

instant they saw

million thoughts were going on in his mind, but he couldn't focus on a

stared as the

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

gazed upon the bloody one and desired

… He didn't.

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as his swollen eyes

allies were the first things he saw when he

their faces, but he

in his eyes, mixing with the blood

'... Please help me.'

lips were too busted to move. He could run no longer, not after his legs had been broken by the enemy more than

and even moving his hand was all

'I'm scared…'

so much that he felt it would explode at any given moment. His naked body scraped upon the

'It hurts…'

could hear these thoughts. No

the experience the hellish sensations that kept on torturing his body despite his pleas

run away…

someone

couldn't save the people in front of him, just as

they all shared the same

His thoughts trailed as he felt the dark shadow of the

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

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

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

but Rey's

was the growl of a monster—one that signified his

Sacrifice…' His thoughts trailed as

didn't do anything now,