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.

reaching her expiration

in the underworld or the surface—even paid her

did would eventually leave

why she loved money so

me, will you?" She spoke to her

"My lovely things. Huhuhu—!"

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

'H-huh…?!'

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

'W-what's happening…?'

my questions and cooperate with me if you want to leave, I'll give you a few seconds to speak. If you

Sylvia heard this, a

it nearly gave her a heart attack. Her body froze, unable to move even the

right there and then… she was on death's

"Y-yes, I understand."

natural instinct of any living being. No one wants to

the manager of this establishment,

gulped and thought

honestly, he might kill me because he is

the other end, I'd she delayed in her response, he would also dispose of

place, she felt the

more, and she would

fearing what would happen if the guy

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

Sylvia's mind, she prayed she wouldn't

want to

money to be

She couldn't die now.

you to take me to the

Sylvia heard this, only a single croak came out of

"E-eh…?"

of this Warehouse, she knew the underground passage that led to the real Slave

would she

as sentencing me to

who was asking the questions, and despite her incredible

was almost as if she was talking to a

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

words would elicit some kind of empathy from the man behind her, and she wasn't honestly