"This... this is a bit much, no?"

  My eye twitched as I examined the remains of the battle. What was once a beautiful park - the pride and joy of the city, was now a mere shell of its former self. The smell of ash and blood filled my nose with each breath. It was like getting a free sample from a store, but it wasn't chocolate this time around.

  There were numerous crater-like holes spotted everywhere. Not to mention, there lied a big monster corpse on the once green grass.

  Now one may be asking, was this the result of my own doing?

  No.

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  Never.

  This was power beyond me.

  You see, the one who had done such a thing was standing before the corpse. His once generic apperance changing to look quite cool as he heaved out deep breaths. A sword hanged loosely in his hand, stained with red, which matched the grass he stood upon. A golden aura was coated around him, making him look very special. Well then, that was because he was a main character. The one who will stand at the pinnacle of this world.

  Now, where was I in all this?

  I was quite literally, hidden in the background. The statue that had fallen from the fountain, sometime during the battle, was being used as a cover to hide. Well, it would be very bad for me to be caught.

  After all, I am a mob-like character. The thing known as power does not answer my call. Trust me. The attempts at it had only led to embarrassment.

  "Huh?"

  Still, I can't help but think my normal-like days are over now.

  "Oh shit..."

  I made eye contact with the main character.