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

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

a result…

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

those thousands of

to get new workers. Well, it shouldn't be a

speaking, Phobio

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

reason he joined the Mercenary Gang was for that purpose, and he knew just how valuable he was

else among them had a Skill they could

A Skill as rare as Spatial Magic or Gravity

the Deadly Three was because he simply didn't

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

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

in the future, but for now… he didn't

found out the source

the workers were dead, but

won't die immediately from the poison. I'll just extract information from them before I eliminate

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

good plan. Now

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white robe danced as his flip flop

once he reached the pool of blood

towards him, and into the sphere that stood

of it was drained from the ground and sucked into the

result, only lifeless husks with pale skin

Phobio murmured, slapping his

corpses, an expression of disgust appeared on

hang on until I came?

like him

even from the moment he

I'll have

echoed within the massive clearing that Phobio

could feel a prickling sensation behind him, so he quickly turned and looked in the direction of the only other living entity in the