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 surface—even paid

would eventually leave her

the reason why she loved

you?" She spoke to her adorable stack of

"My lovely things. Huhuhu—!"

out another laugh, she suddenly felt something wrapping

'H-huh…?!'

surprise, threatening to snap her neck if

'W-what's happening…?'

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

Sylvia heard this, a chill

her a heart attack. Her body froze, unable

knew right there and then… she was

"Y-yes, I understand."

instinct of any living being.

You're the manager

thought the question

I answer honestly, he might kill me because he is

delayed in her

hard place, she felt the back of her neck being

more, and she

finally spoke out, fearing what would happen if the guy found out she lied in the case that

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

mind, she prayed she wouldn't

want to

to be made, and she still

She couldn't die now.

want you to take me to

a

"E-eh…?"

of this Warehouse, she knew the underground passage

why would she reveal such

the same as sentencing me to death…" Sylvia

was asking the questions, and despite her incredible senses, she couldn't even

was almost as if she

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

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