An Extra’s POV

"N-none of them… can…?"

It didn't take a genius to understand what those words meant.

Even for Evals, who was currently wallowing in confusion and pain, the words made it painfully clear what the masked man did.

"Y-you killed them…!!" His eyes nearly popped out of their suckers as his smushed face trembled in terror.

He feared he would be next.

"What? No! I just prevented all the sound we made from escaping. They can't hear anything… literally."

The way the masked man spoke about it felt like he was joking.

Evals didn't know what to believe anymore.

"You deserve death, but that would be a waste. You'll be way more useful alive." The masked man continued as he advanced further.

Evals Redart didn't let the distance fool him, though. He knew the man could just appear in front of him anytime he wished.

In essence, the slave trader was trapped.

"You run a whole network of trade in the Slavery Business. I'm sure you're well-connected to the other slave-traders in the United Human Alliance."

The masked man wasn't wrong.

Evals knew the other two who ran an equally successful empire as him.

None of them were friends, and in most instances, they were competitors.

However, they shared a mutual banner—the illegal trade of living humans as if they were nothing but livestock.

"All of that information will be useful to the Royal Council. I'm sure they'll use it to prevent more tragedies like this from happening ."

The moment Evals heard this, his eyes widened more than ever before,

"Y-you… you report to the Royal Council?! Is that why you're here?! To stop me on their behalf? Y-you… you are—!"

"[Sleep]." The moment the masked man said this, Evals felt a wave of drownings hit him.

However, the feeling didn't last long thanks to the Resistance his Enchanted Earrings provided him with.

huh? I guess we'll

man vanished from his position and appeared behind Evals before the

Royal Council? Those corrupt bastards?' Evals' thoughts echoed as he gritted his

competitors bragged about how they were being backed

and building his empire from scratch, he still had to pay his dues to

the Black Market had

top—like the Obsidian Council—but even the helm of the Black Market answered to the four anonymous members of the Royal

the ones who ruled

able

being taken

"Y-you bastard! They're—!"

could say anything more, he felt

went black, and the sensation instantly sent him to the same place as

The realm

********

as he

fight for

Why?

a bunch of new

widely as he stared at

Truth is nice, but I already have

Skills too, and Rey found himself recoiling in

fight wasn't for nothing, after

used [Absolute Appraisal] on Redart, which was how he got to know of his [Item

to display all the abilities so he could use [Doppel]

Slave Trader

he was done with Evals, it was time for him

to make sure this entire place is out of the

other unconscious people in the room, and then

within himself that the people he had shown mercy

the Hobgoblins who keep DarkWolves as

monsters to kill. He felt immensely frustrated by it,

too far

criminal underworld

and how

It was wrong.

knew that fully well, yet he

day he finally understood the difference between himself and the

to them in