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.

while the rest were charged

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

But—

~BOOOOOOOOOOOM!~

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

scars and bloody

evident through his body was indescribable. It was a miracle

whispered this, the hulking form of the creature descended

they saw this, all fell

was frozen rock solid as his eyes witnessed this sight. A million thoughts were going on in his mind, but he couldn't focus on

stared as the

else was the same; a blend of

hearts—one that gazed upon the

… He didn't.

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groaned as his swollen eyes opened

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

barely pinpoint the expressions on their faces, but

mixing with

'... Please help me.'

run no longer, not after his legs had been broken by the

even moving his

'I'm scared…'

moment. His naked body scraped upon the rough earth, rubbing on the countless bruises and marks that had been dealt to

'It hurts…'

could hear these thoughts. No

sensations that kept on torturing his body despite his pleas for

wanted to run

wanted someone to save

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

current moment, they

dark shadow of

slowly raised in the air, with pain shooting into

Compared to the

a coat on a rack, slowly

growl seemed to hint at amusement, but

growl of a monster—one that signified his

as his brain

didn't do anything now, he