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.

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

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

But—

~BOOOOOOOOOOOM!~

flung in front of them, almost like a ragdoll, and once again… they

scars and bloody

body was indescribable. It was a miracle that he was

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

they saw this,

eyes witnessed this sight. A million thoughts were going on in his mind, but he couldn't focus

just blankly stared as

else was the same; a blend of surprise, fear, and

trembling hearts—one that gazed upon the bloody one and desired for him to

… He didn't.

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Rey groaned as his swollen eyes opened

vision was blurry, and much to his surprise, his allies were the first things he saw when

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

Tears were forming in his eyes, mixing with the blood

'... Please help me.'

longer, not after his

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

'I'm scared…'

it would explode at any given moment. His naked body scraped upon the rough earth, rubbing on the countless bruises and marks

'It hurts…'

could hear these

he could feel the experience the hellish sensations that kept on torturing his body

to run

someone to

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

current moment, they all shared

dark shadow of the Divine Beast behind him. 'I'm…

body slowly raised in the air, with

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

on a rack, slowly dancing in

but Rey's barely listening ears

of a monster—one

His thoughts trailed as his brain pounded and his

didn't do anything now, he