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.

was currently using Magic on her, while the rest were charged

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

But—

~BOOOOOOOOOOOM!~

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

with scars and bloody markings all

was indescribable. It was a miracle that

whispered this, the hulking form of

instant they saw this,

this sight. A million thoughts were going

blankly stared as

same; a blend of surprise,

gazed upon the bloody one and desired for him

… He didn't.

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as his swollen eyes

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

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

his eyes, mixing with the blood that

'... Please help me.'

could run no longer, not after his legs had been broken by the enemy more than a few dozen

even moving his hand was all he could

'I'm scared…'

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

'It hurts…'

could hear these thoughts. No one but

that kept

run away… to

wanted someone to

that at this point. He couldn't save

they all shared the same

thoughts trailed as he felt the dark shadow of the Divine Beast behind

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

as if he was nothing but a filthy rag. Compared to the

a rack, slowly dancing in

at amusement, but Rey's barely

was the growl of a monster—one that signified

trailed as his brain

didn't do anything now, he would