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

the underworld or the surface—even paid her any

who did would eventually leave her after

was the reason why she loved money

She

"My lovely things. Huhuhu—!"

another laugh, she suddenly felt something wrapping

'H-huh…?!'

happened instantly, and the tight grip took her by surprise,

'W-what's happening…?'

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

moment Sylvia heard this, a chill went

voice that echoed was so deep and threatening that it nearly gave her a heart attack.

right there and then…

"Y-yes, I understand."

of any living being.

manager

and thought the question

might kill me because he

in her response, he would also

she felt

and she would

the guy found out she

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

mind, she prayed she wouldn't

don't want

be made, and she still

She couldn't die now.

you to take me to the

this, only a

"E-eh…?"

the underground passage that led to

why would she

it's the same as sentencing

the questions, and despite her incredible senses, she

almost as if she was

Evals Redart finds out I led you there… then my life is over. I'll suffer and die

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