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

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

But—

~BOOOOOOOOOOOM!~

them, almost like a ragdoll, and once again… they were

was naked, with scars and bloody markings all over

amount of damage evident through his body was indescribable. It was a miracle

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

instant they saw

was frozen rock solid as his eyes witnessed this sight. A million thoughts were going on

stared

else was the same; a blend of surprise,

upon the bloody one and desired

… He didn't.

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his swollen eyes opened

his allies were the first

but he raised his hand, slowly and groggily

mixing with the blood that occupied his

'... Please help me.'

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

breathe, and even moving his

'I'm scared…'

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

'It hurts…'

one could hear these thoughts. No one

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

to run away…

wanted someone

late for that at this point. He couldn't save

this current moment, they

dark shadow

his body slowly raised in the air, with pain shooting into his brain

hair, almost as if he was nothing but a filthy rag. Compared to the shimmering silver form that Dagon had, Rey

on a rack, slowly

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

the growl of a monster—one that signified his

use Sacrifice…' His thoughts trailed as his

didn't do anything now,