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.

slowly reaching her expiration date, she was yet

man—not in the underworld or the surface—even paid

who did would eventually leave her after

reason why she

She spoke to her adorable

"My lovely things. Huhuhu—!"

another laugh, she suddenly felt something wrapping

'H-huh…?!'

and the tight grip took her by surprise, threatening to

'W-what's happening…?'

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

a chill went

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

right there and then… she was on death's

"Y-yes, I understand."

natural instinct of any living

manager of this establishment,

and thought

me

delayed in her response,

stuck between a rock and a hard place, she

and

Sylvia finally spoke out, fearing what would happen if the guy

I'm the manager, right? Compared to staying silent and

prayed

don't want

tons of money to be made, and she still hadn't

She couldn't die now.

you to take me to

heard this, only a single croak came out of

"E-eh…?"

knew the underground passage that led to the real Slave

would she

the same as sentencing

the questions, and despite her incredible senses, she couldn't even detect anyone

if she was talking

my life is

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