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.

was why, despite slowly reaching her expiration date, she was yet to settle

underworld or the

would eventually leave her after

why she

will you?" She spoke

"My lovely things. Huhuhu—!"

could croak out another laugh, she suddenly felt something wrapping

'H-huh…?!'

all happened instantly, and the tight grip took her by surprise, threatening to

'W-what's happening…?'

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

heard this, a

gave her

then… she was

"Y-yes, I understand."

the natural instinct of any living being. No

manager

and thought

I answer honestly, he might kill me because he

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

place, she felt the

and she

if the

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

mind, she prayed she wouldn't get

want

still tons of money to be made, and she still

She couldn't die now.

take me

a single croak came out

"E-eh…?"

the Manager of this Warehouse, she knew the underground passage

would she

same as

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

if she was talking to a

Lord Evals Redart finds out I led you there… then my life is

elicit some kind of empathy from the man behind her, and she