An Extra’s POV

Sylvia loved money.

As she sat on her chair, piles of Coins were arranged to form towers before her.

There were quite a few Bronze Coin Towers, a couple made up of Silver Coins, and finally…

… A Golden Coin Tower!

She was grinning like a baby as she played with the tower of coins before her.

Sylvia had a dark ebony skin, with black hair and pure black eyes.

They say the eyes are the windows to the soul, but Sylvia's dark irises showed nothing, prompting many to call her soulless.

She didn't mind, though. Of what she was a Soul if one didn't have the money needed to enjoy it?

That was her philosophy.

"Looks like no one is invading today as well. What a bummer…" Sylvia sighed, placing a hand on her cheek as she poured a little.

Her office was within the Warehouse Building, and it was considerably large. Since she was the Manager, it was only a given.

Several panels, similar to System Panels, were floating in the air before her, thus occupying her line of sight.

"Nothing out of the ordinary…"

The only thing Sylvia could expect to happen today was the transportation of their merchandise to the Auction.

'I wish I could go. I bet it's far more eventful than this dreary place…'

Despite her office being much larger than most other managers in her position—and the fact that she literally did nothing but sit in her office—Sylvia couldn't help but complain.

As her ugly face, caked in makeup, formed a twisted smile, her tongue licked her especially large lips.

"Lord Evals Redart will also be there. It's a shame he hardly visits this place. I miss him…"

Sylvia was very fond of Evals—one could say to an obsessive level. She often had thoughts like a common whore, and dressed as one too.

Unfortunately, she wasn't blessed with the looks necessary to complete the equation.

Sylvia was very ugly, and her body lacked the right proportions that made a woman incredibly attractive to men.

her expiration date, she

underworld or the surface—even paid

leave her after one

reason why she loved money

She spoke to

"My lovely things. Huhuhu—!"

laugh, she suddenly felt something wrapping

'H-huh…?!'

tight grip took her by surprise, threatening to snap her neck if

'W-what's happening…?'

my questions and cooperate with me if you want to leave, I'll give you a

this, a chill

threatening that it nearly gave her a heart attack. Her

and then… she was

"Y-yes, I understand."

was the natural instinct of any living

the manager of this

thought the

might kill me

in her response, he would

hard place, she felt the back of her neck being

more, and she would

the guy

I'm the manager, right? Compared to staying silent and lying,

Sylvia's mind, she prayed she wouldn't get

don't want

money to be made,

She couldn't die now.

you to take me

heard this, only a single croak came out

"E-eh…?"

the

she

same as sentencing

the questions, and despite her incredible senses, she

almost as if she

then my life is over. I'll suffer and die in the

from the man