An Extra’s POV

Phobio arrived in the parlor, a glamorously furnished place that made him nothing short of a nobleman.

No one would ever expect such a room like this to exist deep within the mountains.

And yet…

"Let's find out what happened, shall we?" As he muttered this, he went to a corner of the room where a mirror was hung on the wall.

He took a minute or two to observe his handsome face and his perfect body. He was extremely gorgeous, and even his 'tool' down there was too large to be true.

Many women had testified to this.

It was only after checking himself out a couple of times that Phobio reminded himself that he had come to the mirror for an important purpose.

… Besides checking out his body, of course.

"Show me what's going on outside." As Phobio said this, the mirror stopped reflecting him, instead displaying the havoc that was ensuing within the warehouse.

'They're all fleeing, eh? Interesting…'

There were a couple thousand workers that lived and worked in the KariBlanc Eastern Warehouse; and this was the count after he had executed a few hundred to serve as examples to the rest.

After taking control of this place, the rules were pretty simple.

The workers would work in exchange for their lives.

They weren't getting paid—at least, not in cash. Still, that didn't mean they could do shoddy work or desert their work posts.

"Looks like I'll have to teach them a lesson."

He placed a hand on the mirror and muttered a few words.

"Activate the emergency trap."

The moment he said this, the mirror glowed bright crimson, and what soon followed were screams of chaos and death.

When he took over, he—with the help of a colleague—installed arrows more than three times the total number of workers within the Warehouse.

path that led to the other end of the emergency exit—that

normal people who served as workers didn't stand a chance

result…

workplace…" He whispered, smiling as he could

those thousands of

have to get new workers. Well, it shouldn't

speaking, Phobio

would just do what he wanted to

and he knew just how valuable he was to them, so

them had a

A Skill as rare as Spatial Magic or

Deadly Three was because

more responsibility, and Phobio didn't care for any of that at the

fun with women, and jerk himself

other things he would desire in the future,

found out the

workers were

the poison. I'll just extract information from them

incentive, so he decided

Now then… let's

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his flip

halt once he reached the pool of blood that

slowly began to gravitate towards

of it was drained from the ground and sucked into the

husks with pale skin littered his

murmured, slapping his

corpses, an expression of disgust appeared

of you just hang on until I came? Bunch of

like him at

from the moment

I'll have

voice suddenly echoed within the massive clearing that Phobio stood in, forcing him to cease his

feel a prickling sensation behind him, so he quickly turned and looked in the direction of the