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.

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

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

But—

~BOOOOOOOOOOOM!~

almost like a ragdoll, and once again… they were met with

was naked, with scars and bloody markings all over

was indescribable. It was a miracle

this, the hulking form of the

instant they saw this,

his eyes witnessed this sight. A million thoughts

stared as the

same;

upon the bloody one and desired

… He didn't.

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groaned as his swollen eyes

his surprise, his allies were the first things he saw when he opened his

but he raised his hand, slowly and groggily towards

forming in his eyes, mixing with the blood that

'... 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 a few dozen

and even moving his hand was

'I'm scared…'

body scraped

'It hurts…'

these thoughts. No

the experience the hellish sensations that kept

to run

wanted someone to save

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

they

His thoughts trailed as he felt the dark shadow of the Divine Beast behind him. 'I'm…

in the air, with pain shooting

was nothing but a filthy rag. Compared to the shimmering silver form that Dagon had, Rey could indeed be mistaken for something that dirty and

a rack, slowly dancing in the

growl seemed to hint at amusement, but Rey's barely listening

he heard was the growl of a monster—one that

must use Sacrifice…' His thoughts trailed as

he didn't do anything now, he would