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 to settle

the underworld or the surface—even paid

did would eventually leave her after

was the reason why

me, will you?" She spoke

"My lovely things. Huhuhu—!"

out another laugh, she suddenly

'H-huh…?!'

grip took her by surprise, threatening to snap her neck if she took one careless

'W-what's happening…?'

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

a chill went down

that echoed was so deep and threatening that it nearly gave her

and then… she was on death's

"Y-yes, I understand."

was the natural instinct of any living being. No one

the manager of this establishment,

and thought

I answer honestly, he might kill me because he is looking for the

in

she felt the back of her neck being

and

would happen if the guy found out she lied in the case that she

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

Sylvia's mind, she prayed she wouldn't get

want

money to be made, and

She couldn't die now.

to take me to the

moment Sylvia heard this, only a single croak came out of

"E-eh…?"

the Manager of this Warehouse, she knew the underground passage that led to

would she reveal

it's the same as sentencing me

her

was almost as if she was talking

then my life is

didn't think her words would elicit some kind of empathy from the man behind her,