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 ever

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

But—

~BOOOOOOOOOOOM!~

them, almost like a ragdoll, and

and bloody markings all over

his body was indescribable. It was a miracle that he was even breathing

As they whispered this, the hulking form of the creature descended on the

they saw

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 a single

blankly stared as the scene

the same; a blend of surprise,

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

… He didn't.

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Rey groaned as his swollen

his surprise, his allies were

barely pinpoint the expressions on their faces, but he raised his hand, slowly

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

'... Please help me.'

after his legs had

breathe, and even moving his

'I'm scared…'

much that he felt it would explode at any given moment. His naked body scraped upon

'It hurts…'

hear these thoughts. No one

that kept on

run

someone to save

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

moment, they all shared the

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

raised in the air, with pain shooting into his

by the hair, almost as if he was nothing but a filthy rag. Compared to the shimmering silver form that Dagon had, Rey could indeed be mistaken for something

coat on a rack,

amusement, but Rey's barely listening ears

was the growl of a monster—one that signified his

must use Sacrifice…' His thoughts trailed as his brain

anything now, he would