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.

on the ceiling of the path that led to the other end of the

arrow was poisoned, so normal people who served as workers didn't stand a chance even if

a result… a massacre

dare they try to desert their workplace…" He whispered, smiling as he could see pretty much

thousands of

Well, it shouldn't be

speaking, Phobio didn't

what he wanted to do; the same

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

them had a

as rare as Spatial Magic or

Three was because he simply didn't care

Mercenary Gang meant more responsibility, and Phobio didn't care

drink, sleep, have fun with women, and jerk himself off as he stared at

would desire in the future, but for now… he didn't really

never found out

the workers were dead, but Phobio

the poison. I'll just extract information from

honest with him if he didn't offer an incentive, so he decided to lie that he

Now

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danced as his flip flop squeaked on the

only came to a halt once he reached the

ground slowly began to gravitate towards him, and into

drained from the

result, only lifeless husks with

Phobio murmured,

the emaciated corpses, an expression

of you just hang on until

weren't like him

from the

have to

within the massive clearing

a prickling sensation behind him, so he quickly turned and looked in the direction of the only other living entity