An Extra’s POV

"No one knows, you know?"

As those words danced in the air, Justin struggled to comprehend their meaning.

Perhaps this was because his heart was beating too fast, and the loud pounding in his head just wouldn't stop. He found himself barely clinging onto Ater's words.

This felt like a haze… a dream.

No, not a dream.

This had to be a nightmare.

He was helpless—paralyzed in sheer hopelessness—as he listened to Ater's words as the latter circled around him, like a shark swirling around the wounded prey in bloodied waters.

"Rey, Belle… all of them don't know about you yet. Not to the extent that I do, Justin Blake."

Saliva was stuck in Justin's throat, but he was too frightened to swallow.

"Now, if you do not wish to be exposed, then you will listen to me well and do as I say. Is that understood?" As Ater asked this, Justin made no response.

He simply froze there, blankly staring at the man.

"I said… is that understood?"

As Ater drew closer, filling him with even more of his malevolent aura, Justin forcefully swallowed his saliva and shuddered in recoil. He quickly bobbed his head, nodding ferociously as he took a few steps back.

"I-I understand! I understand!"

down and let's talk." Ater smiled, plopping to sit in

The only place left was the filthy ground, and someone of his caliber was not

had to do as Ater

to sit on the ground, he found himself

'E-eh…?'

that his environment was completely different from what he had just noticed a second ago. Not only were there no walls,

a place he recognized all too

"T-this is…?!"

high ceiling, the incredible vastness, and the remnant malevolence;

Grand Calamity Class Dungeon." He gawked, slowly turning to look at Ater, who

"Indeed."

look around him once

changes in this Dungeon. For one, it appeared perfectly polished—worlds apart from

ever before. Most of the ground

flaw with it no matter how hard

decided to do a little cleaning to surprise Master, considering the plans he has for

Justin was speechless.

his input was necessary. The state of the Dungeon—at the very least, the ground

he'll like it

then I suppose all of that effort wasn't for nothing." Ater's smile was not malevolent

childish—as if he was a child who looked forward to seeing the proud

witness it for very long. In merely a few seconds, Ater's demeanor changed

mask of

your situation, and also hearing

conflicted, and

could be talking about at the given period. He was completely at

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