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 with protecting her if things

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

But—

~BOOOOOOOOOOOM!~

ragdoll, and once again…

with scars and bloody markings

It was a miracle that he was even

hulking form of the creature

they saw this, all fell

sight. A million thoughts

blankly stared as

else was the same;

of them, without exception had trembling hearts—one that gazed upon the bloody one

… He didn't.

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groaned as his swollen eyes

his allies were the first things

the expressions on their faces, but he raised his

his eyes, mixing with the

'... Please help me.'

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

even moving

'I'm scared…'

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

'It hurts…'

hear these thoughts. No

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

to run away…

someone to save

too late for that at this point. He couldn't save the

current moment, they all shared

felt the dark shadow of the Divine Beast

felt his body slowly raised in the air,

filthy rag. Compared to the shimmering silver

lifelessly, like a coat on a rack,

hint at amusement, but Rey's barely

heard was the growl of a monster—one that signified

as his brain pounded and

do anything now, he would