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.

ceiling of the path that led to the other end of

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

result… a massacre

their workplace…" He whispered, smiling as he could see pretty much all of the

thousands of lives

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

speaking, Phobio didn't

what he wanted to do;

purpose, and he knew just how valuable he was to them, so it wasn't like they could reprimand him

them had a Skill they could

rare as Spatial Magic

wasn't among the Deadly Three

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

with women, and jerk himself off as he

desire in the future, but for now…

found out the source of

the workers were dead, but Phobio

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

incentive, so he decided to lie that he would save them if they told him

plan. Now

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danced as his flip flop squeaked on the

came to a halt once he reached the pool

towards him, and into the

it was drained from the ground and sucked into

a result, only lifeless husks with pale

all dead." Phobio murmured, slapping his

at the emaciated corpses, an expression of

one of you just hang on until I came? Bunch of

like

Phobio—was special, even from the moment

like I'll have to

clearing that

he quickly turned and looked in the direction of the only other living