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.

Magic on her, while the rest were charged with protecting her if things

going to be cannon fodder if that were to be the case,

But—

~BOOOOOOOOOOOM!~

almost like a ragdoll, and once again… they

was naked, with scars and bloody markings all over

It was a miracle that he

hulking form of the creature descended

saw this,

solid as his eyes witnessed this sight. A million thoughts were going

just blankly stared as the

the same; a blend of surprise,

gazed upon the bloody one and desired

… He didn't.

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Rey groaned as his swollen eyes

vision was blurry, and much to his surprise, his allies

their faces, but he raised his

mixing with the blood that occupied

'... Please help me.'

after his legs had been

it difficult to breathe, and even moving his hand was all he could

'I'm scared…'

body scraped upon the rough earth, rubbing

'It hurts…'

these thoughts. No

the experience the hellish sensations that kept on

run

wanted someone to save

this point. He couldn't save the people

current moment, they all shared

as he felt the dark shadow of the Divine

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

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

a coat on a rack, slowly dancing in the

growl seemed to hint at amusement, but Rey's barely listening ears couldn't process

heard was the growl of a monster—one that

must use Sacrifice…' His thoughts trailed as his brain pounded and his vision

do anything now,