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.

despite slowly reaching her expiration date, she was yet to

in the underworld or the surface—even

eventually leave her after one or

why she loved money so

She spoke to her adorable

"My lovely things. Huhuhu—!"

she suddenly felt something wrapping

'H-huh…?!'

surprise, threatening to snap her neck if she took one careless

'W-what's happening…?'

you a few seconds to speak. If you take

Sylvia heard this, a chill went

that echoed was so deep and threatening that it nearly gave her a heart attack. Her body froze, unable

knew right there and then… she was on

"Y-yes, I understand."

any living being. No one wants

the manager

and thought

might kill me because he is looking

she delayed in her response,

and a hard place, she felt the back of

more, and she would

out, fearing what would happen if the guy found out she lied in the

kill now because I'm the manager, right? Compared to staying

Sylvia's mind, she prayed

want to

were still tons of money to be made, and she still hadn't

She couldn't die now.

take me to

moment Sylvia heard this, only a single croak came

"E-eh…?"

of this Warehouse, she knew the underground passage

why would she reveal such

same as sentencing me

didn't know who was asking the questions, and despite her incredible senses, she couldn't even detect anyone

was almost as if she was talking to

you there… then my life is over. I'll suffer and die in the worst

think her words would elicit some kind of empathy from the