An Extra’s POV

Gary's eyes were seeing red.

His vision was clouded by a blurry, nauseating sight of danger and death.

He had killed his fair share of people, and this was by no means the first time he had encountered gore—or pain.

But, nothing he had ever experienced compared to this moment.

Seeing his own comrades—the one he was playing games with just moments earlier—now nothing more than lifeless chunks of meat, caused his stomach to churn and his throat to burn.

If not for the searing pain in his arm, and the certainty of death that weighed heavily on him, Gary was certain that he would have vomited once again.

"G-guahhh… ahhh… arghhh…" As tears and drool slipped down his face, mucus flowed from his nose and he shivered.

He looked like a pathetic sniveling rat that could only tremble in the face of pure danger.

"Ahh… I suppose I was being a bit impatient. For a moment there, I thought you were reaching for a weapon."

The way the masked one spoke so casually, despite Gary just losing an arm, made a flickering flame of rage burn within the pathetic man.

However…

"It seems you know nothing. You should be eliminated as well."

… That rage soon vanished the moment execution drew near.

"I-I know where she is! Please! Please don't kill me!"

As Gary begged desperately, he could see the red glow of the masked one's eyes dim a little.

The other two present in the room weren't making any moves either.

It seemed the one shrouded in darkness was their real leader—the Boss of the group.

"I-I wasn't reaching out for a weapon. I wanted to show you something…"

"Show me something? Inside your boxer shorts…?"

"A-ahh…" Gary felt like he was being labeled a pervert by the group.

Even the state of the girl told him she was thinking something along the lines of 'What a pathetic lech!'

But that wasn't it at all!

to surrender and give you the ring. But now… now it

the girl, and not the ring. He had made

now… yes… now

to show them the girl and he would keep the

lost his right hand, but he

he was certain of the value of the ring, Gary was sure he could get his

find a way around

is pointless. Use the

"Understood."

a single word in order to initiate the deal, he felt a vibrating sensation in his crotch, and

hot underneath his soiled boxers, and it wasn't just due to the remnants of

It was…

tracker is detecting

under his

"…."

of him, looking shocked, the pink-haired girl pointed at his soiled boxers,

It was… sheet bloodlust!

~VWUUUUU!!~

entire area was shrouded in such pressure that Gary felt he would die just from sensing

out a thousand times over,

his heart nearly give out, and Gary was

Then—

our luxury item close

gentleman to utter

I dispose of this fool, Master

her blade, ready

he knew he was

who had earlier been addressed as Aldred looked

not the owner of the Item, so it's not in our place to mete out

furious, but he deferred to

proof of who was in charge

would you like to handle this matter,

question echoed in the air, the man resting on the

"Haaa…"

akin to a frustrated sigh,

one called Sir Ralyks took one step forward,

already reached the end of

question sounded

doesn't belong to me

cool tone, his crimson eyes had never been