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.

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

who served as workers didn't stand a chance even if

result… a

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

those thousands of

workers. Well, it shouldn't be

speaking, Phobio

do what he wanted to

very reason he joined the Mercenary Gang was for that purpose, and he knew just how valuable

them had a Skill they could

as Spatial Magic

wasn't among the Deadly Three was because he simply

meant more responsibility, and Phobio didn't care

have fun with women,

would desire in the future, but for now… he

found out

the mirror, it seemed all the workers were dead, but Phobio suspected that a few

from the poison. I'll just

honest with him if he didn't offer an incentive, so he

plan. Now

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white robe danced as his

came to a halt once he reached the pool of blood

to gravitate towards him, and into the sphere that stood beside

drained from the ground and sucked

a result, only lifeless husks with

murmured, slapping his hand on his

emaciated corpses, an expression of disgust appeared on his

one of you just hang on

weren't like him at

even from the moment he was

have to

unexpected…" A voice suddenly echoed within the massive clearing that Phobio stood

he quickly turned and looked in the direction