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!

the ring.

the

was confused then, but now… yes… now I know what to

possible to show them the girl and he would keep the

his right hand, but

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

find a way

is pointless. Use the tracker

"Understood."

word in order to initiate the deal, he felt a vibrating sensation

and it wasn't just

It was…

on… the tracker is detecting the ring… on

under

"…."

looked at some sort of screen in front of him, looking shocked, the pink-haired girl pointed at his soiled boxers, and the

It was… sheet bloodlust!

~VWUUUUU!!~

in such pressure that Gary felt he would

felt like passing out a thousand times over, but he

bloodlust from all three who watched him made his heart nearly give out, and Gary was teetering between the edge of

Then—

You actually kept our luxury item close to your

to utter such crude words, but

I dispose of

brandishing her blade, ready to turn Gary into

knew he was screwed

who had earlier been addressed as Aldred looked in the direction of

Item, so it's not in

clear that Aldred was immensely furious, but he deferred to the masked

of who was in

to handle this

question echoed in the air, the man resting

"Haaa…"

heavy exhalation, almost akin to a frustrated sigh, escaped his

took one step forward, and then two… on and

the end of his life, yet

question sounded strange,

doesn't belong

cool tone,