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.

rest

were to be the

But—

~BOOOOOOOOOOOM!~

them, almost like a ragdoll, and once again… they were met with Rey's bloody face and

naked, with scars and bloody

was indescribable. It was a miracle that he was even

form of the creature descended on

saw this,

rock solid as his eyes witnessed this sight. A million thoughts were going on in his mind,

blankly stared

same;

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

… He didn't.

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as his swollen eyes opened

blurry, and much to his surprise, his allies were

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

in his eyes, mixing with the blood that occupied his battered

'... Please help me.'

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

difficult to breathe, and even moving his

'I'm scared…'

given moment. His naked body scraped upon

'It hurts…'

hear these thoughts. No

kept on torturing his body despite his pleas for them to

wanted to run away… to

someone to save

that at this point. He couldn't save the people in front of

moment, they

he felt the dark shadow of

air, with pain shooting into his brain from his

filthy rag. Compared to the shimmering silver form that Dagon had, Rey could indeed be

a coat on a rack,

hint at amusement, but Rey's barely listening ears couldn't process emotions

heard was the growl of

His thoughts trailed as his brain pounded

do anything now, he would