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!

ring. But now… now it seems there's

were after the girl, and not the ring. He had

but now… yes…

show them the

right hand, but he still had his

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

find

pointless. Use the tracker

"Understood."

he felt a vibrating sensation

and it wasn't

It was…

tracker is detecting the

under his

"…."

the pink-haired girl pointed at his soiled boxers, and the dark masked man said nothing, Gary felt something building

It was… sheet bloodlust!

~VWUUUUU!!~

pressure that Gary felt he

like passing out a thousand times over, but he

him made his heart nearly give out,

Then—

kept our luxury item

the gentleman to utter such crude

dispose of

cutie was already brandishing her blade, ready to turn

he knew he was screwed just from the

our own." The man who had earlier been

Item, so it's not in

was immensely furious, but he deferred to

proof of who

would you like to handle this

man resting

"Haaa…"

exhalation, almost akin to a frustrated sigh, escaped his lips—invisible

step forward, and then two… on

step, Gary felt like he had already reached the end of his life, yet he found himself still maintaining

question sounded strange,

ring doesn't belong to

tone, his crimson eyes