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.

why, despite slowly reaching her expiration

in the underworld or the surface—even

eventually leave her after

why

me, will you?" She spoke

"My lovely things. Huhuhu—!"

another laugh, she suddenly felt something wrapping around her

'H-huh…?!'

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

'W-what's happening…?'

I'll give you a few seconds

heard this, a chill went down her

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

there and then… she

"Y-yes, I understand."

natural instinct of any living

the manager of this

and thought the

me because he is looking

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

a rock and a hard place, she felt the back of her neck being squeezed

and

what would happen if the guy found

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

mind, she prayed she wouldn't get

want

be made, and she still hadn't

She couldn't die now.

take

moment Sylvia heard this, only a single croak

"E-eh…?"

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

she reveal such

is… it's the same as

questions, and despite her incredible senses, she

was almost as if she was talking to

finds out I led you there… then my

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