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.

the rest were charged with protecting her if things ever

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

But—

~BOOOOOOOOOOOM!~

in front of them, almost like a ragdoll, and once again… they were met with

naked, with scars and bloody

through his body was indescribable. It was a

As they whispered this, the hulking form of

they saw this, all

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

just blankly stared

same; a blend of surprise,

without exception had trembling hearts—one that gazed upon the

… He didn't.

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as his

much to his surprise, his allies

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

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

'... Please help me.'

after his legs had been broken by the enemy more than

found it difficult to breathe, and even

'I'm scared…'

any given moment. His naked body scraped upon the rough earth, rubbing on

'It hurts…'

hear these thoughts. No one but

the hellish sensations that kept

run away… to

someone to save

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

current moment, they all shared the same

thoughts trailed as he felt the dark shadow of the

in the air, with pain shooting into his

was nothing but a filthy rag. Compared to the shimmering silver form that Dagon had, Rey could

a coat on a rack, slowly

hint at amusement, but Rey's barely

heard was the growl of a monster—one that

must use Sacrifice…' His thoughts trailed as his

do anything