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,

underworld or the surface—even

who did would eventually leave her after one

the reason why she loved money

me, will you?" She spoke

"My lovely things. Huhuhu—!"

Sylvia could croak out another laugh, she suddenly felt something wrapping around her neck

'H-huh…?!'

all happened instantly, and the tight grip took her by surprise, threatening to snap her neck if she took

'W-what's happening…?'

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

a chill went

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

knew right there and then… she was

"Y-yes, I understand."

of any living being. No

the manager of this establishment,

and thought the question

might kill me because he is

in her response, he would also dispose

and a hard place, she felt

and

if the guy found out she lied in

guarantee that he'll kill now because I'm the manager, right? Compared to

mind, she prayed she wouldn't get

don't want

money to be made,

She couldn't die now.

you to take me to the

only a single

"E-eh…?"

Manager of this Warehouse, she knew the underground passage

why would she reveal

the same as sentencing me to death…" Sylvia

asking the questions, and despite her

almost as if she was talking

I led you there… then my life is over. I'll suffer and die

would elicit some kind of empathy from the man