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.

slowly reaching her expiration date, she was

underworld or the surface—even paid

did would eventually leave her

the reason why she

you?" She spoke to her

"My lovely things. Huhuhu—!"

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

'H-huh…?!'

and the tight grip took her by surprise, threatening to

'W-what's happening…?'

me if you want to leave, I'll give you a few seconds to speak. If

a chill went down

it nearly gave her a heart attack. Her body froze,

then…

"Y-yes, I understand."

natural instinct of any living being. No

manager of this

gulped and thought

me because he is

end, I'd she delayed in her response, he would also

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

more, and she would

happen if the guy found out she lied in the case that

the manager, right? Compared

prayed she wouldn't

don't want to

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

She couldn't die now.

you to take me to

a single croak came out of her

"E-eh…?"

knew the

why would she

the same as sentencing me to

who was asking the questions, and despite her

if she was talking to a

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

think her words would elicit some kind of empathy from the