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

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

But—

~BOOOOOOOOOOOM!~

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

was naked, with scars and bloody markings all over his

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

hulking form of the creature descended

instant they saw this, all fell

witnessed this sight. A million thoughts were going on in his mind,

just blankly stared as

of everyone else was the same;

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

… He didn't.

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as his swollen

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

but he raised his hand, slowly and groggily

eyes, mixing with the blood that occupied his

'... Please help me.'

lips were too busted to move. He could run no longer, not after his legs had been

even moving

'I'm scared…'

explode at any given moment. His naked body scraped

'It hurts…'

hear these thoughts. No

hellish sensations that kept on torturing his body despite his

to run

wanted someone

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

moment, they all shared

he felt the dark shadow of

the air, with pain

a filthy rag. Compared to

like a coat on a rack, slowly dancing in the air

at amusement, but Rey's barely listening

he heard was the growl of a

Sacrifice…' His thoughts trailed as his brain

do anything now,