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!

give you the ring. But now… now it

the ring. He had made a

now… yes… now I

the girl and

his right hand, but

was sure he could get his hand

find

Use the

"Understood."

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

his soiled boxers, and it wasn't just due to

It was…

on… the tracker is

is glowing under his

"…."

the distinguished gentleman looked at some sort of screen in front of him, looking shocked, the pink-haired girl pointed at

It was… sheet bloodlust!

~VWUUUUU!!~

in such pressure that Gary felt

out a thousand

nearly give out, and Gary was teetering between

Then—

luxury

one could have expected the gentleman to utter such

of this fool, Master

pink-haired cutie was already brandishing her blade, ready to

body shake violently, he knew he was screwed

Hold on… we can't act on our own." The man who had earlier been addressed as Aldred looked in the direction of the silent masked

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

clear that Aldred was immensely furious, but he deferred to

of who

to handle

air, the man

"Haaa…"

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

called Sir Ralyks took one step forward,

reached the end of

me?" His question sounded strange, nearly

belong to me

tone, his crimson