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

fodder if that were to be the case, which was why they

But—

~BOOOOOOOOOOOM!~

ragdoll,

and bloody markings

body was indescribable. It was a miracle that he was

whispered this, the hulking form

they saw

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

blankly stared

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

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

… He didn't.

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groaned as his swollen eyes opened

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

pinpoint the expressions on their faces, but he raised his

were forming in his eyes, mixing with the blood that occupied his

'... Please help me.'

were too busted to move. He could run no longer, not after his legs had been broken by the enemy more than a few dozen

to breathe, and even moving his hand

'I'm scared…'

it would explode at any given moment. His naked body scraped

'It hurts…'

could hear these thoughts. No one

experience the hellish sensations that kept

to run

someone

He couldn't save the people in front of him, just as they couldn't save

current moment, they all

he felt the dark shadow

air, with pain shooting into

was nothing but a filthy rag. Compared

lifelessly, like a coat on a rack, slowly dancing

growl seemed to hint at amusement, but Rey's

of a monster—one

His thoughts trailed as his brain pounded and

he didn't do anything now,