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!

wanted to surrender and give you the ring.

people were after the girl, and not the ring. He had made a miscalculation on his

then, but now… yes… now

show them the girl and he would keep

he had lost his right hand, but

was sure he could get his hand fixed with Magic and still

find a way

pointless. Use the tracker

"Understood."

in order to initiate the deal, he felt a vibrating sensation in his crotch, and a warm feeling

his soiled boxers, and it wasn't just due to the remnants of pee that stained

It was…

tracker is detecting the

under his

"…."

screen in front of him, looking shocked, the pink-haired girl pointed at his soiled boxers, and the dark masked man

It was… sheet bloodlust!

~VWUUUUU!!~

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

like passing out a thousand times over,

nearly give out, and Gary

Then—

imbecile! You actually kept our luxury item close to your wretched

the gentleman to

dispose of this fool,

already brandishing her blade, ready to turn Gary

shake violently, he knew he was screwed just

The man who had earlier been addressed as Aldred looked

of the Item, so it's not in our place

was immensely furious, but he deferred to the

who was in

to handle this

echoed in the air, the man resting on the wall finally left

"Haaa…"

almost akin to a frustrated sigh, escaped his lips—invisible due to the mask

called Sir Ralyks took one step forward, and

already reached the end of his life, yet he found himself still maintaining

His question sounded strange,

doesn't belong

speaking in such a cool tone, his crimson