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

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

result… a

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

thousands of lives

to get new workers. Well, it shouldn't

Phobio didn't

do what he wanted to do;

he knew just how valuable he was to them, so it wasn't like they could reprimand him

a Skill they

as rare as

he wasn't among the Deadly Three was

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

wanted to drink, sleep, have fun with women, and jerk

desire in the future,

out the

it seemed all the workers were dead,

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

offer an incentive, so he decided to lie that he would

Now then…

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as his

to a halt once he reached the pool of blood

the ground slowly began to gravitate towards him,

it was drained from the ground

a result, only lifeless husks with pale skin

murmured, slapping

the emaciated corpses, an expression of disgust appeared on

of you just hang on until I came? Bunch

weren't like

special, even from the moment he was

like I'll have to investigate

massive clearing that Phobio stood in,

quickly turned and looked in the direction of the only other