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

normal people who served as workers didn't stand a chance even if they were

result… a

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

thousands of lives

get new workers. Well, it shouldn't

Phobio didn't

what he wanted to do; the same as he had always

was for that purpose, and he knew just how valuable he was to

had a Skill they

Skill as rare as Spatial Magic or

reason he wasn't among the Deadly Three was because he simply didn't

recognized as the strongest within the Mercenary Gang meant more responsibility,

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

in the future,

found out the source

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

poison. I'll just extract information from

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

plan. Now then… let's

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his flip flop

reached the pool of blood that littered

the ground slowly began to gravitate towards him, and into the sphere that

of it was drained from the ground

husks with pale skin littered his

dead." Phobio murmured,

the emaciated corpses, an expression of disgust appeared

one of you just hang on until I came? Bunch

weren't like him

Phobio—was special, even from the moment

I'll have to investigate

the massive clearing

sensation behind him, so he quickly turned and looked in