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

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

a result… a

whispered, smiling

thousands of

Well, it shouldn't

Phobio didn't

he wanted to do;

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

else among them had a Skill they could

rare as Spatial Magic or Gravity

the Deadly Three was

Mercenary Gang meant more responsibility, and Phobio didn't care for any of that

women, and jerk himself

in the future, but for now… he didn't really want much

found out

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

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

didn't offer an incentive, so he decided to lie

good plan. Now then… let's

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robe danced as his flip flop

to a halt once he reached the

on the ground slowly began to gravitate towards him, and into the

of it was drained from the ground and sucked

lifeless husks with pale skin littered

dead." Phobio murmured, slapping his hand

he stared at the emaciated corpses, an expression of

hang on until I came? Bunch of

like him at

even from the

have to investigate

clearing that Phobio stood in, forcing him to cease his

behind him, so he quickly turned and looked in the