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 charged

to be the case, which

But—

~BOOOOOOOOOOOM!~

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

scars and bloody markings

was indescribable. It was a miracle that he was

they whispered this, the hulking form of the

instant they saw this, all

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

just blankly stared as the

was the same; a blend of surprise, fear,

without exception had trembling hearts—one that gazed upon

… He didn't.

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as his

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

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

in his eyes, mixing with the blood that occupied

'... Please help me.'

after his

difficult to breathe, and even moving

'I'm scared…'

felt it would explode at any given moment. His naked body scraped upon the rough earth, rubbing on the countless bruises and marks that had been dealt to

'It hurts…'

one could hear these thoughts. No one

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

to run away… to save

someone

point. He couldn't save the people in front of him,

moment, they all shared the same

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

raised in the air,

a filthy rag. Compared to the shimmering silver

simply hung lifelessly, like a coat on a rack, slowly dancing in the

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

heard was the growl of a monster—one that

must use Sacrifice…' His thoughts trailed as

anything now, he