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

or the surface—even paid her

leave her after one or

reason why she loved

will you?" She spoke to

"My lovely things. Huhuhu—!"

laugh, she suddenly felt something wrapping around her neck

'H-huh…?!'

grip took her by surprise, threatening to snap her neck if

'W-what's happening…?'

with me if you want to leave, I'll give you a

this, a

echoed was so deep and threatening that it nearly gave her

right there and then… she

"Y-yes, I understand."

was the natural instinct of any living being. No one wants

manager of

gulped and thought the

he might kill me because

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

hard place, she felt

and

the guy found out she

he'll kill now because I'm the manager, right? Compared to staying silent and lying, I'm

Sylvia's mind, she prayed

don't want to

to be made, and

She couldn't die now.

to take me

moment Sylvia heard this, only a single croak

"E-eh…?"

the Manager of this Warehouse, she knew the underground

why would she

is… it's the same as sentencing

asking the questions, and despite her incredible

as if she was talking to

finds out I led you there… then my life is over.

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