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.

on her, while the rest were charged with

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

But—

~BOOOOOOOOOOOM!~

like a ragdoll, and once again… they were

and bloody markings all over

was indescribable. It was a miracle that he

As they whispered this, the hulking form

saw

A million thoughts were going on in his

just blankly stared as the

of everyone else was the same; a blend

them, without exception had trembling hearts—one that gazed upon the bloody one and

… He didn't.

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as his swollen

surprise, his allies were the first things he saw

barely pinpoint the expressions on their faces, but

in his eyes, mixing

'... Please help me.'

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

and even

'I'm scared…'

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

'It hurts…'

hear these thoughts. No

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

run away… to save

someone to

that at this point. He couldn't save the

current moment, they all shared the same

shadow of

slowly raised in the air, with pain shooting

Divine Beast pulled him by the hair, almost as if he was nothing but a filthy rag. Compared to the shimmering silver form that Dagon

like a coat on a rack, slowly dancing

but Rey's barely listening

was the growl of a monster—one that signified

thoughts trailed as his brain pounded and his vision

didn't do anything