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

in the underworld or the

leave her

was the reason why

you?" She spoke

"My lovely things. Huhuhu—!"

she suddenly felt something wrapping around her neck from

'H-huh…?!'

surprise, threatening to snap her neck if she

'W-what's happening…?'

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

a chill went

was so deep and threatening that it nearly gave her a heart attack.

right there and then…

"Y-yes, I understand."

natural instinct of any living being. No one wants to

You're the manager of this establishment,

thought the question

I answer honestly, he might kill me because

delayed in her response, he

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

and

happen if the

the manager, right? Compared to

prayed she

don't want to

of money to be made, and she

She couldn't die now.

you to take me to

heard this, only a single croak came out of

"E-eh…?"

she knew the underground passage that led to the

would she reveal

is… it's the same as sentencing me to

who was asking the questions, and despite her incredible senses, she

she was talking

there… then my life is over. I'll suffer and die in the

some kind of empathy from the man behind