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.

why, despite slowly reaching her expiration date, she was yet

in the underworld or the surface—even paid

who did would eventually leave her

the reason why she loved money so

will you?" She spoke to her

"My lovely things. Huhuhu—!"

out another laugh, she suddenly felt something wrapping

'H-huh…?!'

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

'W-what's happening…?'

a few seconds to speak. If you take longer, or lie to me, I'll be

this, a chill went

and threatening that it nearly gave her a heart attack.

and then… she was

"Y-yes, I understand."

was the natural instinct of any living being. No one wants to

You're the manager

gulped and thought the

I answer honestly, he might kill me because he

delayed in her response, he would also

a rock and a hard place, she felt the back of her neck being

more, and she

what would happen if the

he'll kill now because I'm the manager, right? Compared to staying silent and

mind, she prayed she

want

money to be made, and she still

She couldn't die now.

want you to take

only a

"E-eh…?"

this Warehouse, she knew the underground passage

would she reveal

the same as sentencing me to

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

if she was

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

kind of empathy from the man behind her, and she wasn't