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.

the path that led to the other end

as workers

a result… a

their workplace…" He whispered, smiling as he could see pretty much all of

thousands of lives

Well,

Phobio

do what he wanted to do; the

purpose, and he knew just how valuable he was to them, so it wasn't

else among them had a Skill they could manipulate

Skill as rare as Spatial Magic or

among the Deadly Three was because

as the strongest within the Mercenary Gang meant more responsibility, and Phobio didn't care for any

women, and jerk himself off as

in the future, but for now…

never found out the

all the workers were dead, but Phobio suspected that

from the poison. I'll just extract information from them

offer an incentive, so he decided to lie that he would save them if they told him what he wanted

good plan. Now then… let's

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danced as his flip flop squeaked on

only came to a halt once he reached the pool of blood that

ground slowly began to gravitate towards him, and into the

it was drained from the ground and sucked

result, only lifeless husks

murmured, slapping his hand

an expression of disgust appeared on

hang on

like him at

from the moment he was

like I'll have to investigate

the massive clearing that Phobio stood in, forcing him to

behind him, so he quickly turned and looked in