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.

of the path that led to

as workers

result… a massacre

workplace…" He whispered, smiling as he

those thousands of lives

have to get new workers. Well,

speaking, Phobio

wanted to do; the same as he had

he knew just

had a Skill they could manipulate

as rare as

among the Deadly Three was because he

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

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

things he would desire in the future, but for now… he

I never found out the source of

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

from the poison. I'll just extract

him if he didn't offer an incentive, so he decided to lie that he would save them if they told him

Now

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his flip flop squeaked on

to a halt once he reached the pool of blood that littered his

the ground slowly began to gravitate towards him, and into

drained from the ground and sucked into

only lifeless husks with

dead." Phobio murmured, slapping

the emaciated corpses, an expression of disgust appeared on his

hang on until I came?

weren't like

from the

like I'll have to

echoed within the massive clearing that Phobio stood in, forcing

quickly turned and