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

or the

leave her

reason why she loved money so

leave me, will you?" She spoke to her adorable stack

"My lovely things. Huhuhu—!"

croak out another laugh, she suddenly felt something wrapping

'H-huh…?!'

her by surprise, threatening to snap her

'W-what's happening…?'

leave, I'll give you a few seconds to speak. If you take longer, or

Sylvia heard this, a chill went

her

there and then… she was on

"Y-yes, I understand."

of any living being. No one wants to

the manager of this

thought the

I answer honestly, he might kill me because he is looking for

end, I'd she delayed in

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

more, and she would

am!" Sylvia finally spoke out, fearing what would happen if the guy found

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

she prayed

want to

to be made, and she

She couldn't die now.

want you to take me

only a single croak came

"E-eh…?"

she knew the underground passage that

why would she reveal such

is… it's the same as sentencing

know who was asking the questions, and despite her incredible

was almost as if she was talking

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

from the man behind her, and she wasn't