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.

led to the other end of the emergency exit—that is, the emergency

poisoned, so normal people who served as workers didn't stand a chance even if they were grazed by

a result… a massacre

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

thousands

workers. Well, it shouldn't be a

Phobio didn't

do what he wanted to do; the same as

joined the Mercenary Gang was for that purpose, and he knew just how valuable he was to them, so it wasn't like

among them had a Skill

as

he wasn't among the Deadly Three was because he

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

women, and jerk himself off as he stared at

desire in the future, but

out the source

he could see from the mirror, it seemed all the workers were dead, but Phobio suspected that

immediately from the poison. I'll just extract information from them before I eliminate

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

plan. Now then…

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white robe danced as his flip flop squeaked on

halt once he reached the pool of blood that

began to gravitate towards him, and into the

the ground

husks

they're all dead." Phobio murmured, slapping his hand on his

emaciated corpses, an expression of disgust appeared on his

on until I came?

like him

Phobio—was special, even from the moment

have to investigate

A voice suddenly echoed within the massive clearing that Phobio

and looked in the direction of